Post-Millenial Tension

The hard drive is clicking - is it about to die? Because I say it, it makes it not so. An opposite magick, BizarroWorld. The Keys. Hidden. Torrents. Must remember... there is another click. I know it's from the drive. Frightens me. I have two space girls with ray guns to keep the drive demons at bay. Already dreams of driving. So many decisions, so few days. Hours spent watching the clock, no challenge, no harm, no blood, no foul. Foul. A stench. Sneering, lingering two cup mornings stretch to four - four thirty. Time. No time, get out. Let's go.