June 2006

6/30/06
Around 9:30 a.m., the left side of my back did something very bad. Fortunately I was able to grit my teeth for the rest of the day. It's not as bad as August of 2002 but it's really annoying because it reminds me that I'm getting older, getting fatter and I keep inching closer to the inevitable grave.

Ever since I haven't been able to ride my bike, everything seems to be falling apart on me. Reckon once my bike is fixed, I'll be in the pink once again and probably lose this extra padding. If I have to lug it up and downstairs so be it.

The most egregious aspect of my bicycle situation comes from the neighbors. Next door there are folks who have two mountain bicycles stowed at the top of this outdoor stairway. Now the bikes aren't in plain sight but a casual glance or two will make people say "Look, bikes!" Those bikes aren't locked. Yes, I've checked. The bikes are still unmolested and safe on the top landing.

Perhaps the whole idea of lugging them downstairs isn't too appealing to thieves.

This only serves to remind me that the front fork being stolen from my bike and the theft of my old bike were purely spiteful.

new teeth in four months

I've alluded to having an oral issue. This situation is going to require me to get two to three thousand dollars worth of work done on my mouth. Today Slashdot had this article about an ultrasonic device that stimulates the growth of teeth and bone. Twenty minutes a day for four months to a brand new set of choppers.

Wow, just fucking wow.

I wonder if I'll need a pacifier while cutting my new teeth.

vampire

Today I started on another outline for my game Asbury Park by Night. Right now I think it's in its final stages. I must keep in mind that I shouldn't talk about it with anyone because I might get enthusiastic and divulge too much information that would diminish any potential fun from the campaign.

ouch

Breathing deeply, especially why laying on my left side, can be a brief but painful experience.

I've told people at work that I wish to recuse myself from my normal, manly duties of picking up heavy objects that the broads won't deign to handle despite women's liberation. Hopefully I'll be right as rain after a weekend of rest.

One stupid thing I did at work was get a box of paper in anticipation that more paper would be needed on Friday. Halfway back to the printers, I started shaking in agony but I was able to finish the task. I'm a fucking idiot but I needed to be sure, eh?

In Yer Dreams

Late at night I was driving around my hometown. This girl called saying she needed to be picked up and she lived at The Top. For those of you playing along at home, The Top is the name of the affluent neighborhood atop a 500 foot hill. All the kids get bussed to school. Also I don't know this girl from Eve in waking life. Heck, I didn't even know what she looked like until I reached her in the dream. Well she lived there and her car broke down so she needed a ride for some reason or another.

It was a lot darker up there and much more wooded than I remember. This lent to a labyrinthine quality to the roads. Over hill and dale, I drove slowly keeping an eye on the shoulder. A light further up the way ended up being a pink lemonade stand. During the wait, the girl had started her own business. Both of her upper arms were pierced, a ladder made up of five or six handcuffs went through her flesh. She would've been cute if it wasn't for the fact that her face looked like a Clive Barker creation. Rings through the lips, studs in the nose, eyebrows that were shower curtains and ears which had become decorations rather than hearing organs. She was wearing little pink shorts while her torso was wrapped with zig-zagging pink ribbon that left everything to the imagination.

I asked where the car was and she shrugged and asked me if I wanted any lemonade.