April 13, I turned the key to my door and looked over to my right where my possessed computer sat right by my window-being accompanied by my comfortable black Futon chair looking as if my music from my CD Rom was about to play itself, rather than me-it. That whole corner looked spooky.
I had a habit of coming into the house and wiggling my computers mouse to turn on the monitor’s light, but this time, it did not come on.
I wiggled and wiggled and wiggled it and it still didn’t. I rebooted the entire computer over and over and couldn’t get a picture on the monitor, so I figured the monitor must’ve blown out. The screen of it looked like a picture tube that had blown out of a television perhaps, but I never heard tell of that happening to a computer monitor. I knew something was blown out, but it was weird because the monitor’s green on-off button would come on when I pushed it yet, the screen was still black. And at reboot, I could hear everything loading and booting but the monitor wouldn’t give me a picture [of my desktop/icons].
I went over to my mom house to borrow one of her monitors because she had about three of them around the house that she wasn’t using. When I got it home, I hooked it up and it still didn’t come on. This particular monitor was practically new, so knew this probably had something to do with Miss Control herself, she’s going to get her way or else...
“What next?” I asked myself.
That damned Janet-forever trying to control shit as if this really was her world and her planet.
Beam me up to Scottie…I mean: Janet.
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