For any of you following along with heptapod.org I am feeling better. Still have to work shit out. Either way I've come to the conclusion that sanity is an ongoing process and events like these only serve to kick me in the ass so I don't rest on my laurels for too long only to slide back into old habits.
Someone wrote underneath it "and the chikens too!"
There's going to be a game over at Cassius's place. I figured, despite not having seriously taken my bike out for years, I could ride up to his place. Reckon it's 4-5 miles away. Best part is the fact that most of the ride home is downhill!
Most likely I'd have to leave three hours before start time in the vain hope of arriving on-time.
What's the worst that could happen? Arriving sweaty and unpresentable? Heart attack?
Anyway I'll think about it and call you back in an hour.
I blacked out and imagined I was being yelled at during work because I had uncovered a fraud ring that no one else caught. The money had already been sent and the money had already been lost. Most of my time was spent compiling a list, drawing cross-references and building my case.
When I came out of unconsciousness I was standing outside the motel. Most of the third floor and parts of the second floor had caved in on themselves from the constant drizzle. People were among the ruins playing miniature golf under portable spotlights.
