Ryan didn't know what "chasing the dragon" meant. He also may have dead people in his basement. On second thought, I probably do need a backend to my site instead of just an unformated data file. Beth is gone on vacation. She was right; I do need someone to tell me that they want to rape me. Pity my pathetic male ego. I am but a simple man.
The chasing the dragon comment is in reference to my writing, if it wasn't obvious. At 4 am, I tried to go to sleep and couldn't. Standard. I have wicked insomnia to the point of when I sleep when I do/can over when I actually require it. Whurrrrr...click. Right there, five pages and two of them'll solve the writer's block I've had for the last few days. So, I pound those out into Quark and sit back. Ok... sitting... and... nothing. Too awake to sleep. Too out of it to write. Ok, go watch a movie. Maybe that'll do it. Riding Giants. Good flick. No luck though. Reading! No. Cooking! Also no. TV! Double no. I lay down six or seven times before going back to the laptop with nothing. What did it in that few seconds that I suddenly clicked? Everything came out so perfectly. Aaargh. Well, it's 10 am and there's something ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz....
Here's what I wrote before things clicked. I credit this to cigarettes:
Thursday. ENG 325. Business literature.
The semester started off with Shelley and Hana, but Shel had to drop after the teacher said she plagiarized our instructive essay. Something about no girl knowing that much about the NFL. I don't know. I try to stay out of controversy. Especially when I'm told I missed five out of the seven sessions so far. For the record, I only missed three. And come on, business lit. If I wanted to learn to write memos, I'd get a lobotomy.
"I don't have time for this crap," Hana groaned.
We walked up to the security officer on duty in front of the computer lab and flashed our IDs. Heaven forbid someone steal a keyboard. The class was three hours long, as per most night classes, and honestly, I didn't want to have time for it either. Except I did. I have all the time in the world. If I skipped, I'd go back to the dorms and watch Cowboy Bebop until someone wanted to start drinking with me. Or just start drinking by myself. This week was a big haul too; we'd picked up a bunch of different pumpkin beers to try out. It's not bad I'd suggest a six for you and yours next October.
I had a scheme, "We're doing group meetings tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Total bullshit."
"We can't stay. We have to go. We've got an important meeting."
"Like what? I'm going home to do math."
"Planned Parenthood."
"Yeah, uh no?"
"It's genius. Tell her you got knocked up and we've got an appointment."
"I'm not saying I'm carrying someone's bastard child."
"You're not. It's mine."
"We had sex?"
"It was awesome. You're a freak in the sack."
"She's never going to believe that."
"Why not? You dress kinda slutty."
"Fuck you. I'd like to think I convey an air of safe sex."
"But I convey an air of not pulling out when I say I will."
"You'd do that?"
"There's a reason I hate children."
"And I'm getting an abortion?"
"No, leave that out. Baby-killers get no sympathy."
"What if she asks?"
"She won't. No one's going to ask for details if you're going to Planned Parenthood. The clam bake is usually off limits in public conversations."
"Except when you're telling the whole class we did it."
"Yeah, but I'd be saying that anyway."
After a second of contemplation, she hesitantly agreed. The class was already packed, which only made Hana more nervous about our fictional lovechild. So, I stood behind her, providing the love and support only a premature ejaculating boyfriend could.
"Excuse me Miss we can't we've got a"
I cut in, "A meeting. We've got a very important meeting to attend to. I'm sorry. We can't stay for the group work."
The professor didn't even look up from her book, "Who's your group?"
"We're each other's."
"Oh?"
I put my hands on Hana's shoulders, "Yes. We're together."
"Ok. Don't miss next week. Sign in before you go."
And we did so. Last on the list. Because of all the kinky sex we were having right before we showed up. Multiple orgasms can make a couple late like that.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," my love whispered in my ear.
Not being one to waste a good cover story, I made sure to blurt it out as I was dragged from the lab.
"I can't be a Daddy!"
Needs editing. Funny that I need to edit something that actually happened.
And now your fill of Joey Vs. Greg for the week. This time we've got "Jesus: Hero or Traitor to His Country?"
The chasing the dragon comment is in reference to my writing, if it wasn't obvious. At 4 am, I tried to go to sleep and couldn't. Standard. I have wicked insomnia to the point of when I sleep when I do/can over when I actually require it. Whurrrrr...click. Right there, five pages and two of them'll solve the writer's block I've had for the last few days. So, I pound those out into Quark and sit back. Ok... sitting... and... nothing. Too awake to sleep. Too out of it to write. Ok, go watch a movie. Maybe that'll do it. Riding Giants. Good flick. No luck though. Reading! No. Cooking! Also no. TV! Double no. I lay down six or seven times before going back to the laptop with nothing. What did it in that few seconds that I suddenly clicked? Everything came out so perfectly. Aaargh. Well, it's 10 am and there's something ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz....
Here's what I wrote before things clicked. I credit this to cigarettes:
Thursday. ENG 325. Business literature.
The semester started off with Shelley and Hana, but Shel had to drop after the teacher said she plagiarized our instructive essay. Something about no girl knowing that much about the NFL. I don't know. I try to stay out of controversy. Especially when I'm told I missed five out of the seven sessions so far. For the record, I only missed three. And come on, business lit. If I wanted to learn to write memos, I'd get a lobotomy.
"I don't have time for this crap," Hana groaned.
We walked up to the security officer on duty in front of the computer lab and flashed our IDs. Heaven forbid someone steal a keyboard. The class was three hours long, as per most night classes, and honestly, I didn't want to have time for it either. Except I did. I have all the time in the world. If I skipped, I'd go back to the dorms and watch Cowboy Bebop until someone wanted to start drinking with me. Or just start drinking by myself. This week was a big haul too; we'd picked up a bunch of different pumpkin beers to try out. It's not bad I'd suggest a six for you and yours next October.
I had a scheme, "We're doing group meetings tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Total bullshit."
"We can't stay. We have to go. We've got an important meeting."
"Like what? I'm going home to do math."
"Planned Parenthood."
"Yeah, uh no?"
"It's genius. Tell her you got knocked up and we've got an appointment."
"I'm not saying I'm carrying someone's bastard child."
"You're not. It's mine."
"We had sex?"
"It was awesome. You're a freak in the sack."
"She's never going to believe that."
"Why not? You dress kinda slutty."
"Fuck you. I'd like to think I convey an air of safe sex."
"But I convey an air of not pulling out when I say I will."
"You'd do that?"
"There's a reason I hate children."
"And I'm getting an abortion?"
"No, leave that out. Baby-killers get no sympathy."
"What if she asks?"
"She won't. No one's going to ask for details if you're going to Planned Parenthood. The clam bake is usually off limits in public conversations."
"Except when you're telling the whole class we did it."
"Yeah, but I'd be saying that anyway."
After a second of contemplation, she hesitantly agreed. The class was already packed, which only made Hana more nervous about our fictional lovechild. So, I stood behind her, providing the love and support only a premature ejaculating boyfriend could.
"Excuse me Miss we can't we've got a"
I cut in, "A meeting. We've got a very important meeting to attend to. I'm sorry. We can't stay for the group work."
The professor didn't even look up from her book, "Who's your group?"
"We're each other's."
"Oh?"
I put my hands on Hana's shoulders, "Yes. We're together."
"Ok. Don't miss next week. Sign in before you go."
And we did so. Last on the list. Because of all the kinky sex we were having right before we showed up. Multiple orgasms can make a couple late like that.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," my love whispered in my ear.
Not being one to waste a good cover story, I made sure to blurt it out as I was dragged from the lab.
"I can't be a Daddy!"
Needs editing. Funny that I need to edit something that actually happened.
And now your fill of Joey Vs. Greg for the week. This time we've got "Jesus: Hero or Traitor to His Country?"
Time to pack for Maine. I'm 'on fight me a bear.
Intertron, tape 'It's Always Sunny...' while I'm gone.