I woke up in the middle of the kitchen floor, half naked and covered in something sticky that I hoped was spilled wine.
- I had absolutely little recollection of the previous various days, but our lake house was a wreck and I vaguely recalled throwing a get-together for a few friends.
After the sixth round of drinks and the sixth cannabis blunt, everything got absolutely hazy. The next thing I think it’s various days later, I’m as dehydrated and hung over as I’ve ever been, and I’m sitting on a pile of broken plastic pieces. I hastily discovered these plastic pieces were the housing for our smart control unit, which had been ripped off the wall and smashed. Had I done that to our own control unit, and if so, why had I done it? I called our buddy Ben, who I seem to recall came by to visit at some point, and asked if he knew what happened to our control unit; Ben started laughing, because he couldn’t know I didn’t remember what had happened! Apparently I started giving voice commands to the control unit, and then got miserable when it didn’t respond. This is a smart control unit, but it has never had the functionality of using voice commands, so I don’t think why I did that. At a single point I told Ben that I would “teach the control component a lesson it wouldn’t forget” and then I punched it various times, but now I need to find the cash for a new control unit, and get a professional out here to service the damage to our wall.