November 22nd 2004.... a day, like any other:
I awoke at 12:54 pm, kinda early for me, but what the hell, I was awake and found that I might as well go with it.. At least I thought I was awake. When I woke up it was 12:45 pm and I did not realize until just now how similar reality and my dreams have become. After my shower I was wet. The mirror made me look really skinny and pale, my eyes were this really puffy red color, I thought I was dead; then the donkey Pinsus told me otherwise. He suggested sleep, after I went to work of course.
Work was dreadfully boring, the moon caught fire, and everybody stood around amazed at this scientific "miracle". Something about no oxygen, and fire impossible... blah blah blah. Anyway, I was the only one not stunned, therefore I had to put out the flames that would have melted cheese... thank God somebody ate the last moon and replaced it with this craggy piece of rock.
After work I met Lilith at the pub, the pub being this place in Ireland near where I crashed the transport on my way back from the moon. Incidentally, I killed seven of my co-workers.. none of them had children, or even a wife so I guess I'm not too broken up about it; they paid for a round of post-mortem Guinness to cheer me up, which I though was very considerate of the dead. Lilith, for those who don't know (like me when we first met) was Adam's first wife, before Eve. Lilith refused the missionary position and was banished by God for refusing to be submissive. Yak yak yak, for a chick that's been around since the beginning, she acted remarkable like one born just last century. Anyways, once again I begged her for the secrets of the world, and if she could teach me something cool. She said "no."
"Okay, well I best be off..." And I was on my way home... but home is still in Illinois and I had to hitch, but hitching's not so bad when you got a towel handy... you guys know what I mean, Well Douglas Adams fans do.
So now I'm at my mom's in Springfield Ashlee Simpson's on the Internet radio, and she's skipping, damn the lag! Going to sleep soon, and tomorrow, once again, the daily routine.
I awoke at 12:54 pm, kinda early for me, but what the hell, I was awake and found that I might as well go with it.. At least I thought I was awake. When I woke up it was 12:45 pm and I did not realize until just now how similar reality and my dreams have become. After my shower I was wet. The mirror made me look really skinny and pale, my eyes were this really puffy red color, I thought I was dead; then the donkey Pinsus told me otherwise. He suggested sleep, after I went to work of course.
Work was dreadfully boring, the moon caught fire, and everybody stood around amazed at this scientific "miracle". Something about no oxygen, and fire impossible... blah blah blah. Anyway, I was the only one not stunned, therefore I had to put out the flames that would have melted cheese... thank God somebody ate the last moon and replaced it with this craggy piece of rock.
After work I met Lilith at the pub, the pub being this place in Ireland near where I crashed the transport on my way back from the moon. Incidentally, I killed seven of my co-workers.. none of them had children, or even a wife so I guess I'm not too broken up about it; they paid for a round of post-mortem Guinness to cheer me up, which I though was very considerate of the dead. Lilith, for those who don't know (like me when we first met) was Adam's first wife, before Eve. Lilith refused the missionary position and was banished by God for refusing to be submissive. Yak yak yak, for a chick that's been around since the beginning, she acted remarkable like one born just last century. Anyways, once again I begged her for the secrets of the world, and if she could teach me something cool. She said "no."
"Okay, well I best be off..." And I was on my way home... but home is still in Illinois and I had to hitch, but hitching's not so bad when you got a towel handy... you guys know what I mean, Well Douglas Adams fans do.
So now I'm at my mom's in Springfield Ashlee Simpson's on the Internet radio, and she's skipping, damn the lag! Going to sleep soon, and tomorrow, once again, the daily routine.