Allow yourself a moment about my strength training session over at Cassius's place with Jaybird. Tonight Jaybird proved himself to be a Jayhawk rather than a humble Jaybird. Good on him! The session busted my ass and I realized the few missed sessions have done more harm despite the fact that lounging around, fapping online was very relaxing for me.
Tuesday's sky decided it was high time for a deluge and Colorado Springs was nearly drowned by an hour long rainstorm. Even after the rain had passed the sky was still lit by lightning and full of distant thunder. In the midst of the tempest were Mrs. Petey and Mischief, the outside cats of the Cassius household. They were laying in their cardboard boxes on their comfy beds waiting out the storm. Reckon Mischief decided to run off and came back when things got a bit too hairy. In the meantime Mrs. Petey was meowing to be let inside because it are rain. I was captivated and kept thinking about letting Mrs. Petey in but I kept thinking about Mrs. Cassius's horrible allergy.
Mischief decided to return and stared at me through the screen door. "Look at us. We're twice as cute. You have to let us inside." Plus Mrs. Petey kept giving little cat kisses to Mischief.
Call me a bastard but they stayed outdoors in their comfy enclosures, safe from the cold and the rain.
Here is my nod to patriotism.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
As I was walkin' — I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side ... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
Chorus
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
I responded, "Scottish... like a fucking Campbell."
Trust me, it's funny.
The plane flies like a champ, I buzz the tops of a few trees. Briana tells me that the back of the plane is full of dogs. Mistake number one, never look behind yourself when someone else notices something. Mistake number two, planes really do stall in really frightening ways at the top of an arc. Mistake number three, the plane was full of fucking dogs.
Plane stalls, I'm yanking back on the controls and do a loop where the plane's top barely kisses the top of the blades of grass. The engine kicks in and I'm able to do a barrel roll then land the plane. The landing is rough but any landing where one can walk away from is a good landing no matter how much the passengers and pilots feel like babies shaken by a British nanny.
Alone again, naturally, I seek refuge in the thickening mists. Rain was starting to fall and I heard the forlorn whine of a dog. Behind me was the strangest dalmation that I ever saw in my life, waking or otherwise. White fur with black spots like the pips on a die yet his head was more aquiline like a bird and the paws were badly deformed above and beyond the call of duty of excessive inbreeding for fashionable traits.
Out of the sky fell a Combine officer. You know, Half Life 2 and all that nonsense. He approached me claiming the dog was his pet and how he missed the pup.
I don't recall much from the dream after encountering the armored and masked man.
