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Jan. 4th, 2005 12:01 amTomorrow morning, it's back to work. Sigh. It's not that I don't like my job, it's just that it's so terribly easy for one to become accustomed to not working.
Though my New Year's Eve was quite civilized, the following night was rather more, shall we say, interesting. After having ingested a Jedi Mind Trick, a few bottles of vodka-based liquid and maybe some other stuff, I partook of what I now suspect (based on its potency) could have been that incredibly strong stuff Health Canada grew, trying to aleviate the suffering of cancer patients and the likes. At first it had no effect, but after a while, happily spent babbling to a poor guy about Mycenae and how everyone should go there once in their life and how AMAZING it is, I was forced to lie down. This was around 3 a.m., I believe. The next two or three hours fled as I desperately tried to get myself up and down the stairs but remained unable to move or articulate much. The best I managed was to convince G, who was rounding up a couple of guys to help him at least carry me to a bed, to leave me alone, that I'd crawl down the stairs if I had to, but I'd do it on my own, dammit! At last, I slid down the stairs on my bum and made it to a bed, where I rested a bit before sliding down to the ground floor. I was well enough to walk home (a block away) and get myself into bed, but the nextmorning afternoon, my stomach was Not Amused At All and violently let me know its feelings when I tried to drink some milk. Guh.
When I finally crawled out of bed (after phoning G and wailing and begging him to come over and make me soup and clean up my mess and take care of me in general) it was nearly 3 o'clock. I decided the best remedy was to marathon all of The Lord of the Rings, which I did, and saw that it was good. The sashimi and mapo tofu G made were also good.
Last night, I dreamt there was a small country in Eastern Europe (somewhere between Russia and the Baltic countries and Belarus) named Shrimp. Shrimp had been founded by English settlers in the 16th century, which I suppose accounts for the English name, if not the logic of it. It had no coastline at all and no large body of water to speak of. I had three weeks and enough money for a quick trip to Europe, so I looked at a map, trying to decide where to go; I wanted to visit a country I'd never been to before, but I didn't have enough time to travel around much, so crossed Shrimp off my list because customs and visas and all that would have been too much of a hassle. I ended up buying a ticket to Amsterdam, which was the cheapest one I could find and was trying to get a cheap ticket from there to somewhere else, but then I woke up, so I don't know where I went.
Though my New Year's Eve was quite civilized, the following night was rather more, shall we say, interesting. After having ingested a Jedi Mind Trick, a few bottles of vodka-based liquid and maybe some other stuff, I partook of what I now suspect (based on its potency) could have been that incredibly strong stuff Health Canada grew, trying to aleviate the suffering of cancer patients and the likes. At first it had no effect, but after a while, happily spent babbling to a poor guy about Mycenae and how everyone should go there once in their life and how AMAZING it is, I was forced to lie down. This was around 3 a.m., I believe. The next two or three hours fled as I desperately tried to get myself up and down the stairs but remained unable to move or articulate much. The best I managed was to convince G, who was rounding up a couple of guys to help him at least carry me to a bed, to leave me alone, that I'd crawl down the stairs if I had to, but I'd do it on my own, dammit! At last, I slid down the stairs on my bum and made it to a bed, where I rested a bit before sliding down to the ground floor. I was well enough to walk home (a block away) and get myself into bed, but the next
When I finally crawled out of bed (after phoning G and wailing and begging him to come over and make me soup and clean up my mess and take care of me in general) it was nearly 3 o'clock. I decided the best remedy was to marathon all of The Lord of the Rings, which I did, and saw that it was good. The sashimi and mapo tofu G made were also good.
Last night, I dreamt there was a small country in Eastern Europe (somewhere between Russia and the Baltic countries and Belarus) named Shrimp. Shrimp had been founded by English settlers in the 16th century, which I suppose accounts for the English name, if not the logic of it. It had no coastline at all and no large body of water to speak of. I had three weeks and enough money for a quick trip to Europe, so I looked at a map, trying to decide where to go; I wanted to visit a country I'd never been to before, but I didn't have enough time to travel around much, so crossed Shrimp off my list because customs and visas and all that would have been too much of a hassle. I ended up buying a ticket to Amsterdam, which was the cheapest one I could find and was trying to get a cheap ticket from there to somewhere else, but then I woke up, so I don't know where I went.
