MWAHAHAHA

It's just one of those days. Theft, profanity... pseudo-pyrokinesis. No, really. I'm addicted to Monster, so I have a constant supply of it in my room. I was going to pick some up tomorrow, actually. I had three cans when I went to sleep, but when I woke up, I had one can remaining. I instantly knew who it was, of course. So I proceeded to shout expletives toward my ceiling. As I was shouting, the exposed wires behind me started to pop and spark, almost like small explosions. It nearly gave me a heart attack, but, taking advantage of a rare opportunity, I began laughing like a mad man. So either that was a wonderfully timed coincidence, or I can make crap explode with my mind. Take your pick.