Poor Mouse

My poor little mouse is about to see the end. I can no longer point to what I need to point at, and forget about clicking. It is quite sad really. The side of it is opaque blue, and the red optical led is flashing like a faint heartbeart. Blink-Blink, Blink-Blink...Blink--Blink....Blink---Blink. I feel bad for it but, alas, I am too tired to get off my rear and find new batteries for it. I know I could revive it, and make it feel better about itself as a pointing device. It will have to wait. I know keyboard shortcuts for everything I need to do. A bit of blog writing, followed closely by a bit of blog reading, then a good period of blog sleeping.
I can't quit looking at the pathetic mouse, though. It keeps drawing me to itself like a beacon. It always flashes, but this time it is just a bit too lifelike. I almost feel as though I won't be able to sleep until I find two double A's.
Ah, it can wait, I'm already going to sleep.
Good night!