Ding Dong, the wicked witch is dead, and so is my doorbell

I don't know what's wrong with it... Well... actually, I do know what's wrong with it. It doesn't work, that's what's wrong with it. But how do I fix it? I don't know. Anyway, I guess people will just have to knock. But there is a problem with knocking... it gets me no where... I don't understand, the front door worked earlier... I wonder what happened... Anyway, at least I have my magic list to navigate through my apartment. So... on a different note, prefferably a b flat. I don't like sharps... they hurt too much. I decided to go for a mental jog and I made it around he world in a couple hours. Of course I was exhasted by the time I got back so I took a walk downtown and saw a bunch of pot-bellies and long hair playing rock music and I saw a lady who looked like she wasn't real... I mean she wasn't see-through or anything, she was quite opaque... but there was something about her movements that were strange and beautiful at the same time. She reminded me of a certain dancer I know. It's like she's from a dream, but not my dream. I dreamt about sitting on a sandless beach listening to a Spanish Barbershop quartet over my laptop. She wasn't there... just downtown. So in conclusion, bye.