YESTERDAY
Inspections by JACHO and OSHA and other assorted commissions make my head spin and my stomach sour. When I am in the midst of them I often ponder what it would be like to be bent over a barrel and fucked hard. It seems more appealing.
I went to one of my fellow soldier's birthday get together at a place called the Mash House. They have excellent beer. Now, before I went I had three pieces of free pizza at the hotel and a raw tomatoe. When I got to the Mash House I had two beers (the Hefe and the IPA
), an order of the spinich and artichoke dip, I helped my friend Sadie eat her nachoes, and I helped my buddy Kenny eat his desert.
Ouch
Halfway through this binge eating spell Kenny asks me if I want to go see "Dawn of the Dead." Fuckin' A I says and we make plans.
We get out of the restaurant at about 8:30pm and head over to the cheap theature. I am suffering for all the food I have eaten and I have a fairly nice buzz. You know, one that makes you talkative, but not quite an ass.
We walk up and check the movie times and see that "Dawn" doesn't start until 9:30. I forsee a late nite so I drag Kenny over to the coffee shop next door.
We get in there and Kenny doesn't want anything, but I order up a double shot of plain espresso. No falling asleep during the movie for me.
Kenny is a big, rather quiet Samoan. I am a short white guy who on this occasion was talking my big friend's ear off. I think the most he got out was "How can you drink that stuff?"
We get out of the coffee shop-it was damn fine espresso by the way-and buy our tickets. We are still early so decide to score some video game points. I see a Galaga/Mrs. Packman game that sends me reminising back to the eighties when arcades were still in business. Anyway, I play one game and then another. Kenny came up and told me it was time to go so I walked away from a level 25, double spaceship, and four extra men game, listening to my warriors blow up a few seconds apart as I headed down the hall.
The movie was...OK
I am a zombie movie veteran, and as such it is very hard for me to watch these amatures get slaughtered on film. I will give these characters some sympathy because the ghouls in this film move really fucking fast.
So I watch it, and I'm white knuckled through parts, and squeemish viewing the gore. It's OK though because that's why I go to see this kind of movie. Some parts worked for me and some parts didn't. I will say that I liked it better than 28 days later though.
So, we're all done and we're headed home. I drop Kenny off and head back to my hotel.
I usually sleep like a log. I have no trouble getting to sleep at night and most of the time I wake up on the same side of the bed in the same position that I went to sleep in.
When I got in Tuesday night I was a little buzzed from the beer, I was a little high on caffeine, I was a little sick from the action and gore, and I was scared.
I wasn't frightend like when I was a kid and used to watch horror movies and then curl up in a ball on my bed next to the wall and stare glassy eyed into the dark, sure that I was something's next meal. No, not terrified like that, but I didn't want to turn off all the lights.
I left the light on in the bathroom and closed the door halfway. I also put on some shorts...just in case. I then proceded to have the lousiest night I can remember. I woke up every 45 min or so thinking about zombies. I couldn't get in a comfortable position. I didn't want to sleep on my stomach because I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I kept tossing and turning.
I was also a little sick and I kept farting. That made the bed all hot where I was laying so I had to scoot around to find a cool spot.
Just thought I'd throw that in
At about 4:30 I got up and went to the bathroom. I felt a little better after that, went back to bed, and slept until six. An hour and a half, that was the longest I shut my eyes the whole night.
And today? I've been dragging ass all day. My head has been kind of light and fuzzy. I'm dealling with short timer's attitude from the folks that work in my section, we had more JAHCO inspections, and the new quality control nurse says I have to rewrite my SOPS.
-J
Inspections by JACHO and OSHA and other assorted commissions make my head spin and my stomach sour. When I am in the midst of them I often ponder what it would be like to be bent over a barrel and fucked hard. It seems more appealing.
I went to one of my fellow soldier's birthday get together at a place called the Mash House. They have excellent beer. Now, before I went I had three pieces of free pizza at the hotel and a raw tomatoe. When I got to the Mash House I had two beers (the Hefe and the IPA
), an order of the spinich and artichoke dip, I helped my friend Sadie eat her nachoes, and I helped my buddy Kenny eat his desert.
Ouch
Halfway through this binge eating spell Kenny asks me if I want to go see "Dawn of the Dead." Fuckin' A I says and we make plans.
We get out of the restaurant at about 8:30pm and head over to the cheap theature. I am suffering for all the food I have eaten and I have a fairly nice buzz. You know, one that makes you talkative, but not quite an ass.
We walk up and check the movie times and see that "Dawn" doesn't start until 9:30. I forsee a late nite so I drag Kenny over to the coffee shop next door.
We get in there and Kenny doesn't want anything, but I order up a double shot of plain espresso. No falling asleep during the movie for me.
Kenny is a big, rather quiet Samoan. I am a short white guy who on this occasion was talking my big friend's ear off. I think the most he got out was "How can you drink that stuff?"
We get out of the coffee shop-it was damn fine espresso by the way-and buy our tickets. We are still early so decide to score some video game points. I see a Galaga/Mrs. Packman game that sends me reminising back to the eighties when arcades were still in business. Anyway, I play one game and then another. Kenny came up and told me it was time to go so I walked away from a level 25, double spaceship, and four extra men game, listening to my warriors blow up a few seconds apart as I headed down the hall.
The movie was...OK
I am a zombie movie veteran, and as such it is very hard for me to watch these amatures get slaughtered on film. I will give these characters some sympathy because the ghouls in this film move really fucking fast.
So I watch it, and I'm white knuckled through parts, and squeemish viewing the gore. It's OK though because that's why I go to see this kind of movie. Some parts worked for me and some parts didn't. I will say that I liked it better than 28 days later though.
So, we're all done and we're headed home. I drop Kenny off and head back to my hotel.
I usually sleep like a log. I have no trouble getting to sleep at night and most of the time I wake up on the same side of the bed in the same position that I went to sleep in.
When I got in Tuesday night I was a little buzzed from the beer, I was a little high on caffeine, I was a little sick from the action and gore, and I was scared.
I wasn't frightend like when I was a kid and used to watch horror movies and then curl up in a ball on my bed next to the wall and stare glassy eyed into the dark, sure that I was something's next meal. No, not terrified like that, but I didn't want to turn off all the lights.
I left the light on in the bathroom and closed the door halfway. I also put on some shorts...just in case. I then proceded to have the lousiest night I can remember. I woke up every 45 min or so thinking about zombies. I couldn't get in a comfortable position. I didn't want to sleep on my stomach because I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I kept tossing and turning.
I was also a little sick and I kept farting. That made the bed all hot where I was laying so I had to scoot around to find a cool spot.
Just thought I'd throw that in
At about 4:30 I got up and went to the bathroom. I felt a little better after that, went back to bed, and slept until six. An hour and a half, that was the longest I shut my eyes the whole night.
And today? I've been dragging ass all day. My head has been kind of light and fuzzy. I'm dealling with short timer's attitude from the folks that work in my section, we had more JAHCO inspections, and the new quality control nurse says I have to rewrite my SOPS.
-J
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Plus, I was looking at your fav bands and it's scarrey...I might as well be looking at MY fav bands list. Funny thing is...I didn't list all of those, but should have. Except for Elvis.
I LOVE Galaga and Mrs. Pacman!!! Enough said...
The movie couldn't have been all that bad, it had you sleeping with the night light on!! hehe
I've also been known to leave a pair of shorts on"just in case"...
Sounds like you had one of my nights.
Strange how you can read about another person's evening and likes/dislikes, and it seems like you are reading about yourself!
Writing to you will be fun!
Neat-O
Haha...Dawn of the Dead scared the living shit out of my lil' bro. He's been paranoid ever since and he keeps seeing zombies everytime he gets drunk which unfortunately for him is often.
Take it lite.
Peace.
-Josh