power-outage

I AM COINING A NEW TERM: WRITER’S BLIP. IT’S LIKE WRITER’S BLOCK,BUT INSTEAD OF A FULL POWER OUTAGE, IT’S JUST A SHORT FIZZLE IN THE ELECTRICITY, LIKE BEING UNABLE TO FIND EXACTLY THE RIGHT WORD OR PHRASE THAT YOU NEED. WRITER’S BLIP. 

all the lights in the superbowl stadium are off. they’ve been off for two hours. everyone gives up hope on them turning back on and begins to pack up their things. “wait” a voice whispers. a single spotlight hits the middle of the stadium. “hiatus over,” pete wentz whispers into a microphone as grand theft autumn begins to play. it was fall out boy. it has always been fall out boy.

Please fire me. The power went out at work today, and my boss asked me if I could fix it. I thought he was joking—apparently he was serious. I’m a part-time secretary.  He’s a member of MENSA with a PhD.  

One time all the power in the school went out and all the other classes just hung out in the dark and goofed off. But come on, band practice is never canceled, no matter what. So of course we went outside, what else would we do? Not play? Ha, you make me laugh.