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...and now I scrape myself off the ceiling.
I just jumped, and made various loud noises, all because it felt like there was something starting to rawl up the back of my leg.
Which, in my defence, there was. It was the lead for my headphones.
I jumped, flailed wildly, sent my chair halfway across the room, found a pulse that'd make a serviceable dance beat, and just maybe woke up the neighbours, all over a bit of insulated wire that connects my headphones to my computer.
Yay me.
Sometimes, post content finds you.
I just jumped, and made various loud noises, all because it felt like there was something starting to rawl up the back of my leg.
Which, in my defence, there was. It was the lead for my headphones.
I jumped, flailed wildly, sent my chair halfway across the room, found a pulse that'd make a serviceable dance beat, and just maybe woke up the neighbours, all over a bit of insulated wire that connects my headphones to my computer.
Yay me.
Sometimes, post content finds you.
