There’s always room for more, it would seem. More cake, more chocolate, and more of those pesto salads that drive me utterly wild. Those pesto salads are just…ugh, I need one right now. That delicious pesto salad. I must have one!
Okay, so I’ve now eaten a pesto salad and I can think clearly to say this: I need to stop eating so much bad food. And it’s all the fault of the electricians, for not coming to my house, even though I did not call them.
Look, I don’t actually know how commercial electricians work. Or residential ones, for that matter! I’m new in my bachelor pad, and electricity is a strange thing. It happens behind the walls, so I leave it alone, and the electricity company sends me a bill every now and then. But there was a time when my electricity was cut off because of…a storm, maybe? Someone spilling coffee on a console? Anyway, I had nothing for a week, so I just came home every day after work, lit some candles and watched Me-Straw videos on my phone with some takeaway food. Sometimes I got some chocolate or some other form of dessert, to cheer myself up for having no electricity.
In a week, all of my routine and healthy eating was at an end. I was addicted to the good things in life, that are also the bad things, and if my electricity had been running, then it never would have happened.
I sort of had this idea of electricians all being together in a big control room with lots of computers, like they have at NASA, and then they see someone’s electricity go out in sector 7-B, quadrant delta. They confirm that Cheltenham electricians have jurisdiction in that area, so they send them out with an letter than explodes after you read it.
Apparently not; you have to call them in, or something. Well, that might have been nice to know before I became a junk food addict.