Bulworth? I can't sleep for an entire night, then personal problems (FUCKING IDIOT FUCK MOTHERFUCKER) distract me from daytime shuteye.
So now I'm visiting my mother and discover she had an operation yesterday. News must travel slowly around these parts. She could have at least PMed me.
So it's during this cocaine binge without coke or binging that I make silly photochops and scramble to type a tale from memory which didn't come out that bad considering I was barely sentient at the time (MARBLE DOES NOT ROT.)
I go to bed at 7 or 8... and wake up an hour later!
Then I'm given something to help me sleep which relaxes me... slightly.
Then I wake up again. I'm up for the third time I believe. At least my damn motor skills are coming back. That and the feeling in my arm.
Now I can't go to fucking sleep because the same cool gentle breeze that's relaxing me must be making some blinds move around or something, because it sounds like something is scampering across the damn floor. Ever watch Seinfield? Jerry and Kramer switch apartments, and Jerry goes insane like Kramer?
Jerry: If I'm gonna live over there, you gotta take some of this stuff out.
I mean this thing is really freaking me out. I feel like its gonna
come to life in the middle of the night and kill me.
[Jerry holds up a doll]
Kramer: Mr. Marbles? He's harmless!
And don't let this one spread mean fibs. It was a typical anti-Messenger impromptu witchhunt. I would never 'search for allies' for one thing. Makes it more fun pummeling 3 people at Internets at once.
So now I'm visiting my mother and discover she had an operation yesterday. News must travel slowly around these parts. She could have at least PMed me.
So it's during this cocaine binge without coke or binging that I make silly photochops and scramble to type a tale from memory which didn't come out that bad considering I was barely sentient at the time (MARBLE DOES NOT ROT.)
I go to bed at 7 or 8... and wake up an hour later!
Then I'm given something to help me sleep which relaxes me... slightly.
Then I wake up again. I'm up for the third time I believe. At least my damn motor skills are coming back. That and the feeling in my arm.
Now I can't go to fucking sleep because the same cool gentle breeze that's relaxing me must be making some blinds move around or something, because it sounds like something is scampering across the damn floor. Ever watch Seinfield? Jerry and Kramer switch apartments, and Jerry goes insane like Kramer?
Jerry: If I'm gonna live over there, you gotta take some of this stuff out.
I mean this thing is really freaking me out. I feel like its gonna
come to life in the middle of the night and kill me.
[Jerry holds up a doll]
Kramer: Mr. Marbles? He's harmless!
Normally I'd be delighted to see this handle plastered everywhere at TK.
And don't let this one spread mean fibs. It was a typical anti-Messenger impromptu witchhunt. I would never 'search for allies' for one thing. Makes it more fun pummeling 3 people at Internets at once.
