Woke up this morning. Normal routine of brushing teeth, feeding and watering Spot. Walking out to the car I saw Tuxedo for the first time in a while. Tuxedo was skittish and was more interested in hiding in the bushes than saying hello. Crossing the street I was surprised by the sight of a waning full moon peering over the shoulder of Pikes Peak. I didn't have my camera and I didn't have time to go back inside to fetch it.
By the time I scraped the windows and started down the street it was 6:39 a.m. which is cutting it close for my commute. Parked at work, left the car and turned off my human side and went into machine mode. Life is so much easier when I just do my job and don't express any kind of emotion which may make people think I'm a human being. The less people know about me the more likely they'll think the best rather than expect the worst.
Work ended and I came out of my trance. Back home I played Lumines, cracked the score of 400k in addition to unlocking a new skin. I'm barely halfway to Water, Flowers and Lights. Jaybird was insistent that I come over right away. His intent was to ply me with liquor and introduce me to his Rock Band exbawks game. We drove to maribou's place of work, parked the car for her ride home and we stopped at Wooglin's to pick up dinner on his tab. I was touched and surprised by this. Jaybird kept pushing his Sam Adams Sprintime Ale on me and I acquiesed drinking a total of four bottles that evening. We went downstairs and I played drums on Rock Band then made my own avatar which meant we had to start a new band where I chose to name The Boingers. If you don't get the reference then too fucking bad.
All those songs from the nineties brought back so many memories. The sadness of going to play LAIRE, live action Dungeons and Dragons, instead of staying home and being surprised that Sarah Dean-Woepple (before she was hyphenated) wanting to hang out with me that weekend because Kurt Cobain was murdered by Courtney Love. How I would get so sad and cry when I would hear Glycerine. Also listening to Green Day at three a.m. in the morning while trying to sleep in Bryant Park in Millburn.
I am of the opinion that Barak Obama would be a breath of fresh air for the Republic of the United States of America after the Clinton-Bush dynasty. No need to perpetuate this horror show by allowing Hitllery another eight years in the White House. Jaybird's riposte that I was naïve and very well meaning but inherently flawed in my opinions then said I need more beer. Keep in mind Jaybird was far from sober since he had a bottle of wine in him and I'm not talking about it being up the pooper.
maribou came home and remarked upon the smell of alcohol. We went downstairs to play Rock Band again with maribou on vocals. My leg started to hurt but I made it through three sets. That's when it was bedtime and I drove home with a blood alcohol level a red cunt hair lower than the legal limit whatever that means.
In other news I still have no voice and it's starting to concern me. My brain is thinking when I expectorated that "spaghetti sauce" it really was blood and I tore something in my larynx or in that neighborhood. Considering that my shit day job requires me to talk doesn't help things leaving me just as hoarse at the end of the day as when I stumbled into the office.
Sometime next week I'll see about going to the after hours clinic and get diagnosis.
Being lazy, since it's late, I'll just let it stand.
If I'm going to be late then I might as well make a production out of it rather than trying to save face.
Walking to work I wandered through a haunted house. In one of the larger rooms I found the company president who looked nothing like the company president talking with a topless high-yeller black woman. I sat down in a big red chair and he came up behind me. His fingers pinched the tops of my ears which knocked me unconscious again. Man falling asleep in a dream feels awfully good.
All good things must come to an end. When I woke again it was nearly six thirty p.m. mountain standard time. At no time did I feel any anxiety or pressing desire to go to work. I leisurely covered the remaining distance and turns out that being late to work wasn't a big fucking deal.
Suddenly the waking life alarm went off. Spot was sitting at the foot of my bed wondering when I was going to get up and perform my tasks for her.
I love Spot.
