I'm tense

I'm tense. I'm blogging right now even though I know that my wife is next door waiting for me to come back with our G5. We've been working around the apartment and we get on each others nerves. And now she's expecting me back. I feel like Anne Frank in the attic. I hope she doesn't remember where our friend across the hall lives.
Oops there's a knock at the door.
Taking my cyanide pill.
Oops the rifle shot in my mouth only grazed the inside of my head.
Better luck next time.
Ssshh.
She's listening.