Feed the Taco

The florescent bulb in the kitchen is burning out or something. It looks like someone’s about to get murdered every time you go to make a sandwich. Those flickering rays of light wash away all desire to live the more they bath your body. I’m not sure if our landlord is supposed to deal with dying light bulbs or if the idiots being taxed for shelter are, as such no one has touched the thing. Literally, no one. I’d rather spread mystery condiments over whatever I pulled out of a baggie in the dark than risk another barrage of suicide waves.

I wonder if there have been any studies about the blind being more depressed because of their lack of light. It seems to destroy the will to live of those who can see. I guess that’d be a hard study, blind people have more than their fair share to be depressed about. It may make a difference if they were born blind or not. But who knows, maybe the level of light does things to a blind person’s mood as well. They can feel the light after all.