So I've had this little joke going on for a while now that there are mischievous little elves that cause me to, in a phrase, suck at life. There are mischievous little elves that live places and make bad things happen. Well, maybe not completely bad things...more like inconveniences. The elf that lives in the plumbing makes me clumsy. His cousin who lives in the shrubbery helps him and is particularly responsible for causing me to trip. Another one lives in the electrical system that makes me forget things. The last little bugger lives in my bed springs and he likes to give me the crazy, acid-tripesque dreams that get occasionally.
So obviously, this is the electric one. I love how he came out.