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Saturday night had almost everyone showing up at the Birdhouse. Cassius didn't want to be stuck at home. Jaybird was busy playing Xbox Live. Fish was going to be going to the Birdhouse anyway. I didn't have anything to do other than continue playing Blue Dragon.
I ordered Chinese food, ate my dumplings and a few minutes later started feeling a bit nauseous. Earlier in the day I had a volcanic liquid shit but I figured it was par for the course when it comes to my own digestion. While I was trying to readjust my posture to alleviate the discomfort Cassius and Jaybird were passing off the controller to each other while playing Left 4 Dead. I remarked, "You know, the zombie apoocalypse must smell awful" and began thinking about that smell. Remembering the lingering, noxious background aroma at the mausoleum which houses the mortal remains of my paternal grandparents. All the teeny tiny gnats flitting in the sunbeams. Oh dear the horrible feasts which sustain those bugs.
So I retired to the bathroom. Once I sat down I felt everything starting to gurgle up. Now I was hoping that I wouldn't vomit, just loudly burp and sit down quietly for the rest of the evening. A minute later I emptied the contents of my stomach four times. After cleaning up and sitting back down I felt much better but kept it low key most of the evening.
Fish showed up, we played Rock Band, I was pounding back Fat Tires and eating rice. It felt good to be with my good friends. People who want to see me outside of the context of just gaming, folks who think of including me rather than giving an air of simple tolerance because I'm a friend of their friend. Even for simple shit like Jaybird inviting me along to Costco, Fish emailing me about the Starlight Spectacular, Cassius being Cassius, shit like that which I really didn't have back in Jersey.
Saturday night had almost everyone showing up at the Birdhouse. Cassius didn't want to be stuck at home. Jaybird was busy playing Xbox Live. Fish was going to be going to the Birdhouse anyway. I didn't have anything to do other than continue playing Blue Dragon.
I ordered Chinese food, ate my dumplings and a few minutes later started feeling a bit nauseous. Earlier in the day I had a volcanic liquid shit but I figured it was par for the course when it comes to my own digestion. While I was trying to readjust my posture to alleviate the discomfort Cassius and Jaybird were passing off the controller to each other while playing Left 4 Dead. I remarked, "You know, the zombie apoocalypse must smell awful" and began thinking about that smell. Remembering the lingering, noxious background aroma at the mausoleum which houses the mortal remains of my paternal grandparents. All the teeny tiny gnats flitting in the sunbeams. Oh dear the horrible feasts which sustain those bugs.
So I retired to the bathroom. Once I sat down I felt everything starting to gurgle up. Now I was hoping that I wouldn't vomit, just loudly burp and sit down quietly for the rest of the evening. A minute later I emptied the contents of my stomach four times. After cleaning up and sitting back down I felt much better but kept it low key most of the evening.
Fish showed up, we played Rock Band, I was pounding back Fat Tires and eating rice. It felt good to be with my good friends. People who want to see me outside of the context of just gaming, folks who think of including me rather than giving an air of simple tolerance because I'm a friend of their friend. Even for simple shit like Jaybird inviting me along to Costco, Fish emailing me about the Starlight Spectacular, Cassius being Cassius, shit like that which I really didn't have back in Jersey.
I am really, really, really going to fucking miss the people, the sights and the whole je ne se quois which is the Centennial State.
Colorado is mine.
Then again, Lee is mine.
foxtrot yankee india
My evening with the boys was theraputic since it quieted my head and kept it from running various programs and scripts meant to make me better at my new job.
Shit's been invading my sleep and dreams and when I have a few spare cycles in waking life I hear whispers of various approaches and methods which are very distracting to me.
