This morning I realized one of the more recent ones is buying a tamagotchi.
A few months ago Elyse and I visited the "WAREHOUSE SALE" section of the mall, where Winners used to be, but it is now gutted and filled with boxes of out-of-season cosmetics and "urban cowgirl bras."
True story.
So naturally I check out the toys section and find OMG TAMAGOTCHI for only $6.99!
When I paid for it the cashier looked me up and down and said "Is this for you?"
"Yes, I am reliving my childhood."
"Okay..."
WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE?
Anyway, I played with it for a good few days before I realized all tamagotchis ever do is shit and complain (ie: beep at you) until they die from living in their own poo.
So I threw it in with a bunch of electronics stuff and forgot about it.
Until this morning.
Turns out when you leave a tamagotchi dead too long (or possibly when the batteries die, to warn you that YOUR TAMAGOTCHI IS DEAD) it beeps. Well, not so much beeps, but screams. It is a nonstop highpitched beep, that's not loud enough to wake you, but apparently enough to make you go crazy while you're sleeping.
Regret #2: Putting my tamagotchi in an unspecified, random place.
Its hard to find the source of an ominious noise when you're groggy, confused, and have a (severely) messy room.
NOT COOL.
I eventually found it, found a screwdriver, and aborted that battery.
Not before apparently pocket dialing kenny at 6:15 in the morning, and almost hitting a brand new lancer on my way to work.
I'd like to expirimentally work on my theory that semi-loud, nonstop noises during sleep eff with your sanity.
I felt drunk this morning.
Not that that had anything to do with almost hitting a car this morning.
Welcome to winter!
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