I’ve finally had it. The noise and intrusions are too much. I can’t get any work done with all of this noise and chaos. Is it so hard to knock before entering a room? Do people have to yell when they’re not angry? I’m pretty sure doors close without having to be slammed hard enough to shake the house. Don’t even get me started on people setting off the toddler. After all these years, none of them have bothered to pay attention to what pisses him off and avoid doing it.
Today I found my answer. I built a time machine out of my car and the exercise equipment that was put in my area of the basement. It took more time to get the dust off the equipment than it did to put this together. I flip the switch, rev the engine, and away I’ll go to the future with my notebooks and laptop. The toddler will be grown and the annoyances well either have moved on with their life or be dead. It’s a perfect plan that will earn me some peace.
Here we go and the wormhole is opening . . . that noise didn’t sound good. Maybe duct tape and gorilla glue aren’t made for time travel. I would have bolted stuff down if I knew where people put all the tools. That’s a lot of smoke from the engine.
And the time machine stopped . . . in the timestream. That sucks. Although, I don’t feel hungry or tired like I did when I left. Maybe being outside of time isn’t such a bad thing. It’s quiet and my laptop is fully charged. In fact, it says that it’s plugged in. I still get Pandora on this thing? Future Pandora? Eh, I’ll keep it on 70’s and 80’s rock anyway.
You know, I think I can make this work.