I get shocked by everything. And I mean every thing. Every thing in this apartment shocks me: Charlie, the lamp, the filing cabinet, my phone, the light socket, my keys, and the kitchen sink (literally). I'm going crazy. I can't handle all this electricity!
I have a touch lamp that turns off every time I plug something in. Apparently, it's very sensitive and doesn't like sharing. I leave it on the lowest setting during the night because I'm scared of the dark...um...I mean because that's how Charlie likes it. Anywho...Tonight I had turned all the other lights off and walked over to turn the lamp on. My finger was still an inch away when I saw the lightning bolt shoot from the lamp to my finger! Ugh! It was so bright it looked like a camera flash went off!
Then I went over to pick up my phone and, of course, I got shocked. Apparently that was too much for the touch lamp to handle because when I got shocked it shut off. I'm going crazy with all the shocking! It's a hazard - I have to warn people about it when they come in. But let's change the subject.
I've been robbed!
Oh wait - just kidding.
Charlie left me a present yesterday. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.