5am, that fucking smoke detector started chirping again. I knew that we were going to the store today, so I just tried to ignore it. Ha, good luck with that, right? All morning, the damn thing chirps. All through watching Planet of the Apes, chirping. Maddening, I tell ya...when Heston screams "It's a madhouse, a MADHOUSE!" I felt his pain.

Finally, we get up, get dressed, and are ready to grab some lunch and hit the store, procuring a battery among other things. At this point, it quit chirping. I swear, it's possessed by a seriously sadistic bastard (and I don't mean me).