Windows and Histories

For no discernible reason whatsoever, I will, every so often, grab and toss a large enough object with sufficient enough weight and crack a window in my head simply to watch the history of everything I've done here seep in.

When I do this...the moment is by no means amusing. Utterly frightening really. And so I am quickly off...to the other room, on the phone, dialing up the repair company.