Man oh man. So last night most of our workgroup, plus a couple ex-employees came to Kate O'Briens for hard drinking and memories. I saw some people I hadn't in a while, and had a couple whiskey-soaked heartfelt moments. It was generally a good night.
Caught a ride home with some friends, and upon getting home, I immediately cracked the fuck out of the screen on my sidekick/hiptop. I called T-Mobile and they're sending me a replacement, but I think it's gonna cost me like $70. Sucks. I dig the functionality of this thing, but the screen is way too touchy.
After getting all bummed out over my damaged consumer electronics, I turned on my stolen pay-per-view, and watched a bit of HULK STILL RULES, which was just what my inebriated mind needed. That's the beauty of being white trash - never having to apologize for finding wrestling most entertaining. And in case you're wondering, Hulk DOES still rule.
I passed out, and had some of the most vivid, epic dreams I've remembered in a while. Lots of bizarre social situations, weird conflict, and more than one near-miss with the ladies. There were close friends, people I hadn't seen or consciously thought about in a while, amalgams and fictional caricatures. I'm pretty excited about these dreams, because at a couple points I felt like they were on the verge of being lucid. I even remember at one point saying aloud that the car I was driving was a bastardization of a car I used to own, and that this was all quite possibly a dream. But before I could get focused enough to take any control, I just got swept up in the proceedings.
Oh well. Maybe next time.
Caught a ride home with some friends, and upon getting home, I immediately cracked the fuck out of the screen on my sidekick/hiptop. I called T-Mobile and they're sending me a replacement, but I think it's gonna cost me like $70. Sucks. I dig the functionality of this thing, but the screen is way too touchy.
After getting all bummed out over my damaged consumer electronics, I turned on my stolen pay-per-view, and watched a bit of HULK STILL RULES, which was just what my inebriated mind needed. That's the beauty of being white trash - never having to apologize for finding wrestling most entertaining. And in case you're wondering, Hulk DOES still rule.
I passed out, and had some of the most vivid, epic dreams I've remembered in a while. Lots of bizarre social situations, weird conflict, and more than one near-miss with the ladies. There were close friends, people I hadn't seen or consciously thought about in a while, amalgams and fictional caricatures. I'm pretty excited about these dreams, because at a couple points I felt like they were on the verge of being lucid. I even remember at one point saying aloud that the car I was driving was a bastardization of a car I used to own, and that this was all quite possibly a dream. But before I could get focused enough to take any control, I just got swept up in the proceedings.
Oh well. Maybe next time.
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