Tonight I lost a close friend. My fan. I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, but I am unable to sleep without a fan on. Well, I should rephrase that. I used to be unable to sleep without a fan, now it is just very difficult. Anyway, so for the last couple of days my fan has been making a horrible noise that can best be described as “rawr rumba rumba rawr rawr rumba rumba”. If I turned it to just the right angle it would SOMETIMES be good, but most of the time it sounded like the whole thing was about to fall apart and send a blade flying at my head in the middle of the night.
So tonight I decided to take it apart and see if I could fix it. Well, once it was all taken apart my dad examined it and confirmed that it was in fact completely dead. I didn’t even bother to put it back together. But I’ve been sad all night. I’ve had this fan for something like 8 years, and it has kept me company almost every night.
Now I have to go buy a new fan, but I just can’t bring myself to think about it right now. It is such a sad thing. I wish there was some way that I could make light of this situation, but it seriously has me completely bummed out.