Columbus Day
I did not receive fellatio. I did not attend church. Most of my bills are paid automatically with the various services that I use on a regular basis so no checks were written by me.

Yet the temperature never got above sixty degrees on Sunday.

How delightful.

That accursed mountain nymph is on level five of the Gnomish Mines. Grunt quickly named her Cunt and set about smashing shit in the meantime. In the meantime he was caught unawares by a black light who exploded and made Grunt hallucinate but once he ate an old dwarf corpse that made him sick Grunt was shocked back to his senses. Soon he stumbled upon a pyrolisk. Pyrolisks are funny creatures, if you can see a pyrolisk then you'll feel very hot but if you're blinded then a pyrolisk's gaze does absolutely nothing and can be swiftly dispatched by any adventurer.

The mountain nymph succumbed to her wounds and met her maker. Grunt re-acquired his low boots and rusty battle-axe and discovered a milky potion of object detection. A turn of luck with a scroll of identify revealed that Grunt has a scroll of enchant weapon, a cursed ring of levitation, an uncursed -1 ring of increase accuracy and identified his magic lamp as a magic lamp.

The scroll of enchant weapon is a stroke of luck. A rust trap had rusted his battle axe and an encounter with a spotted jelly corroded his battle axe leaving him with a rusty corroded +0 battle axe. If Grunt can get confused and read the scroll of enchant weapon the damage would be repaired and proofed against further destruction. Grunt did recall finding a fizzy potion in Bandjar's delicatessen but turns out that it was simply regular juice. Yet Grunt bought the remainder of the tins at Bandjar's store and discovered there were tins of human meat, soldier ant meat and kobold.

Despite the nausea he realized that the kobold meat was rotten which lead to feeling nauseated then confusion whereupon he read the scroll of enchant weapon and protected it from further deterioration. After staggering about in a locked room in Minetown he vomited and felt much better. Later Grunt discovered at Trenggalek's delicatessen that sky blue potions were bottles of booze which also cause confusion.

Upon returning home on Saturday I asked raddidge to go home because Friday night and Saturday morning at the Compound were stressful for me. About an hour and a half later someone's fussing at my front door. raddidge came back. She wouldn't say where she went or what she did except for the fact that she kept going on and on about having onion breath. I was pleased that she did come back.

We had dinner at the Asian Empire Buffet, talked about astrology, how one is always better off listening to their instincts rather than following the dictates of another human or an imaginary friend. On Sunday morning I brought up that humanity deserves economic disparty due to the poison known as entitlement.

raddidge argued that I was claiming cultural superiority and some people may actually not mind living in their decidedly unwesternlyhygenic conditions. Later we hit the bagel place downtown which has become astonishingly speedy in regards to the service. We purchased duck and squirtle food and fed the geese down at the pond then came home to face the final boss of Baldur's Gate Dark Alliance (last time we played it was 1/22/07!) and she went home.

Long ago and far away I sat on a bridge over the Arkansas River in Tulsa, Oklahoma one sultry July night. My left arm had been seared with a vicious, blistering sunburn. Sitting on my right was someone who I no longer acknowledge as existing on Earth. I told her that my journey to Colorado Springs could be equated to Dante's journey through Hell with Brian as my Virgil.

In my darker moments in Colorado I've wondered if I had been dreaming all the while and soon I'd awaken in New Jersey. It'd be sometime in 2001, most likely after my Oklahoma visitor and before the lightning strike in late May. Yet this little dream would give way to another nightmare. I am dead and Colorado Springs is the afterlife. I've never encountered a graveyard in Colorado Springs. Yeah, I visited one outside of Colorado Springs with raddidge but that doesn't count because I don't live up there.

Jaybird laughed then had a moment of quiet reflection once I brought up the subject. He had never seen a cemetery within the city limits. I explained this was proof that I was dead, Colorado Springs is the afterlife and who knows what lay in store with our collective futures.

On Sunday, after feeding the critters at the pond, I finally saw a cemetery in Colorado Springs. It's to the southeast of the pond and the only reason that I did see it were the stonecutters exhibiting their wares to the bereaved. I don't have the exact address but with a little patience I could easily find it again.

While driving back home I passed the car impound lot on Las Vegas that had my old car after it was towed away for lack of insurance in May 2002. raddidge remarked that the scrapyard was conveniently placed across the street. Make that two graveyards but for decidedly different deceased.