April 2006

4/11/06
Apologies to Jaybird for yesterday's entry for talking about my game.

heptapod.org regrets the error.

fuck

I have a huge fucking headache. Today was a bear. As I clocked out, I realized that I forgot to clock in to work. I had a few near misses regarding errors but I hope that was the worst of the day. Now I understand why legitimate banks won't deal with most of these people. Plus I get stressed out because so many fucking applications are being denied and figure that'll reflect on me at the end of the day. Let's not mention that the other good processor is working two extra hours to my one extra hour.

First, it's important that I smoke her. Why? Because. Secondly it's burning me out.

Now I can't find my important backscratcher and my back is itchy like a motherfucker. I can't get any satisfaction. Olympics Guy is blasting his fucking TV so I'm blasting Stern.

In Yer Dreams

Either I was at a remote Antarctic outpost or somewhere up in the mountains. It was snowbound and everyone was miserable. We were one of the last known outposts of civilization. After months a group of people decided to head north to scope out the territory. Why Earth had recently become vacant was unknown but everyone was glad to live in the safety of the compound.

We arrived on the shore near Colorado Springs. Stretching out towards the horizon were the city lights burning untended for some time. On cue, the lights started winking out starting at the distant horizon and haphazardly the darkness stretched closer to our band. The darkness wasn't absolute and the highway we stood upon remained well-lit. Reckon it was either Academy or Route 25.

When I got near the median, a bunch of chimpanzees loped and leapt out of the darkness to the north. They were wearing people clothes, some of them were in denim jackets. Soon I was encircled by them and discovered they were just people who had red, blotchy faces.

Now I don't know if I was more horrified by the idea that chimps were trying to fill the human niche by aping our culture or the fact that the survivors had descended so far that they were no better than simians.