Just Another Episode Of A Daytime Nightmare...

It's a lazy Sunday, it's kind of cold and damp outside; the sky's covered by gloomy gray clouds--ought to release drizzles of the wet stuff. I sat on my cushioned wooden chair--fronting my study table, with my first cup of freshly grounded brewed coffee; opted not to turn my desk lamp on, that way I'll feel a little cozy. I have decided to rely on the flaccid natural light coming from behind the frilly curtain hanging on the window; for a change. As I did my first sip, so I commenced my favorite activity of the day, and any day--thinking. 

In memory of Metatron, my laptop.

I looked over my desk and saw my concept notebook--bound in a leather organizer--written by my own hand, an old Warriner's English and Grammar Composition Complete Course book, Strunk and White's The Elements of Style book, my handy Webster's electronic Dictionary and Thesaurus, a metal box filled by catalogued index cards, my smart phone and stylus, a conglomeration of junks and whatnot. Something is missing... Ah! My laptop. I missed my laptop since it decided to retire--I can't afford to replace it with a better one just yet. I thank GOD, however, for allowing me to own an awesome super powered phone, teamed by a pair of fairly swift and precise texting thumbs, and an intrinsic HTML programming skills; at least I can still enter this blog entry in its most presentable form, using a smarter-than-the-smartest-man cell phone. 

After my second sip, I held my pen and began to write--in my usual calligraphy, of course--I cannot really write in cursive with the same consistency. What will happen if our contemporary technology dissappears? That's the first sentence I wrote, and then I paused. My mind froze. It went blank as a devoid sheet of paper. I am convinced that it was such a horrid thought--for a known techy geek as myself, at the very least. 

I'll probably own an electronic typewriter, I wrote underneath the question. What if, even the electronic typewriters cease to exist because there will be no more electricity? Was my ensuing thought before I could even finish my writing (Got to let you know that I'm in real deal of displeasure when my chain of thoughts comes faster than my writing hands).

(Paused)

I really find it ironic that after I typed the last sentence before the pause above, I needed to do an urgent 15 minute break. Hubby and I drove to the nearest convinience store to buy a couple of Duracell 2032 battery, after my electronic Dictionary/ Thesaurus flashed a warning sign, that its batteries are getting low of power. 

Yes--back to my introspection. What if we wake up one morning and find out that the power--the electricity as we know it, cease to exist? That would mean, no more Facebooking--I subsequently wrote, no more Tweeting, no more emailing, no more online streaming to watch, no more e-books to read, no more blogging... no more blogging-- excuse me, I want to take note that I intentionally repeated the last one with a grimace.

Everything will be as it was before, I continued. The world will look and feel bigger, and slower, and... tedious. Everything has to be done manually again. The Art of  Handwriting--which is apparently vanishing these days, however, could be revived.

Candles and gas lamps will be a big hit, I carried on--but there will be more reports of fires and getting burned. There will be no phone lines, so it will take forever before the rescuers do any rescuing--that is, if there's anybody and anything left to save (Duh?). There will be no television, no radio, no washing machines, no dryers, no more of all those electric-powered-man-invented-gears specifically made for human convenience, no more... arrrggghhh!

Ugh! I am raving over a prototypical form of a daytime horror, again. I got to let you know that I am really like this when I do not feel very well. My positivity seems to fade like the daylight during sunset. All sorts of negative thoughts subdue my mind as an imperial army moving vigorously for their ultimate conquest.

Got to end this episode for the better good.

Now...

I want a piece of cake.