Electricity

So, I'm writing away. And this latest part, to my surprise, is different; it's powerful, delicate and rather erotic, in fact for me at least, it's very erotic and it's even turning me on a little as I write, and I know this is going to be excellent, and I tap out the very last word and we have a powercut. Everything dies except the burglar alarm which has hysterics for about 5 minutes. I know how it feels. Powers of Autosave I call upon thee!

Great. Maybe this is a sign telling me to tone it down. Maybe there's some strange connection between my libido and the National Grid. Remind me never to masturbate in a thunderstorm.

Now I have a headache. And no, I don't want a pizza.