Time change

It's 12:18, and 11:18...
Confusing.
Just finished flipping through 47 billion channels with absolutely nothing on them.
Frasier is stalking me, it's always on everywhere I go.
I resist.
Naturally.

The heat just kicked off and now it's quiet.
Deathly quiet.
I'm alone in my grandparents living room.
Um...hello?
Things are popping and creaking.
I'M GOING TO DIIIIIIIE!
No, not really.
I've been here a million times from my youth up till now,
encounters with water fights, deceitful manipulation and small cardboard playhouses notwithstanding.
But now I'm alone.
And it's creeky.
So my plan is, and be ready to be amazed for it is an amazing plan, to read my Bible and then watch The Cosby Show.
Awesome? Only yes.
Then, hopefully if I survive until the morning I can eat pancakes and go get coffee at my favorite local coffee place here.
That's only if I survive.
Which is doubtful if not probable.
See you on the other side my friends...