Running on Empty

I still want to use this thing, I promise.
I just had to take a hiatus from deep thought for a couple of weeks. It gets me into trouble sometimes.
Blog time now.

I noticed today how much my life is controlled by gauges.
Anything that measures how full or empty some item of mine is determines more of my course of action than I like.
Today alone:
-My car ran low on gas and I had to stop to get more.
-My cell phone battery died and I had to bring my charger with me to the library.
-My laptop battery died and I had to walk around campus with the screen turned off.
-My coffee maker ran out of water and had to be refilled.
-My printer cartridge ran out of ink and had to be replaced, very expensively.
-It also ran out of paper. Nothing should have more than one resource. Piece of crap.
-A McDonald's billboard on the highway told me that my "fry gauge" was low, which sadly really made me want fries.
-I know for a fact that my bike tire pressure gauge would read low if I tried to ride it.
-My Febreze bottle is empty, making me less able to combat the encroaching stench of J. Alvin into my clothing.

Every time something becomes empty, it makes me unable to do something. Emptiness takes away my power, it weakens technology, it signifies that work must be done before a device can be used again.

At the end of my day, as I thought of all the things I need to do before all of the trinkets around me would do my bidding again, I realized something that outweighs the joy all of technology could ever bring me.


I'm full inside.