Hello, I am Steve's Heart.
During the night I am hard at work trying to keep Steve calm. If i'm not careful my rate (heart rate) could go from a cool fifty-eight per minute to a stagering one-hundered-twenty per minute, in which case Steve will wake up, or begin to walk around unconsciencly. This is bad because if Steve is walking around the house during the night he will be exausted all day tommorrow. It is also critical for me to keep calm beacuse me freaking out may also result in Steve having some bad night terrors.
like to think of myself as Steve's gaurdian angel, I am his protector during the time that his brain needs rest. Suddenly, three quick thumps and im up, the brain shocks me, letting me know it's the morning, once again. F#*K. I scream for him to shut up. I know he's laughing, everytime he sends that shock down to wake me up. But it's fine, Steve is a cool guy, he does'nt like to get up so abruptly either. I know i only have a couple of minutes before the fight starts, so this is a crucial time for me to get prepared. Hmm, his mom is a little late today, perhaps she slept in?
"Steve, Wake up or im leaving. I said Get the F%$K Up. Hello? You def?"
Ahh, there she is. Ok lets go. You see the brain and I have a very good partnership, we are both fully aware that the morning fight is inevetable so we prepare ourselves. He knows what to say to that woman, he's the brains behind the operation. I am the foot soilder, without me, Steve or his brain would not have the strength to battle with his mother in the morning. His brain calls me the energizer bunny, i'm not a huge fan but what ever.
I dont think that Steve or his brain realize what there doing to me when they decide to not feed me. These are unsafe working conditions, and for me there is no option for strike, just to quit. I mean i get coffe sometimes, but still it's not helping me.
Does he not know this?
Friday, February 19, 2010
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