Tick Tick Boom

The voices in my head (some writers call them characters) have gone radio-silent, so now I'm focusing on the beeping. This beeping should not be confused with the buzzing, which I've decided is my brain's homebrewed white noise.

I thought it was contagious. Even my coworkers can hear it, but they say it doesn't bother them, that they only hear it at work, usually near my desk. Or wherever else I'm standing.

Everybody got a raise this year, so I ruled out bomb. Plus it's an ongoing intrusion, not a one-time-only deal. Low-battery warning? What happens if I forget to replace them?

And then tonight I was reading Dooce. Leta's Monthly Newsletter. The lightbulb went on. That beeping noise? It's the alarm on my biological clock going off. Way more annoying than ticking, the beeping is loud, demanding, impatient.

I slapped the snooze button. I always set my alarm early; I love the illusion of extra time.