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Today was basically wasted. I was out until 3:30 last night, which is about the latest I've stayed out in, er, an embarrassingly long time. I had two drinks, everyone else had a lot more, and I wound up at The Towne, an all-night diner at the corner of one of the busiest "nightlife" streets in Buffalo, at almost 3 am, with two really entertainingly drunk teammates.
My favorite bits of the drunken conversation featured one woman's assertion that she was going to "Fuck you in the ass with my own dick!" which upon repetition became "Fuck you in the dick with my own ass!" and which I strongly suspect had initially been intended as "Fuck you in the ass with your own dick". But it didn't really matter.
The other bit I liked was that at one point I was recounting an earlier conversation, and uttered the phrase, "So I asked, 'Could you stab someone in the eye with this pen?'-- um, which is not at all a weird thing to say, I promise it made sense at the time." The person to whom I was speaking last night simply nodded as though he understood, though I haven't any faith he did.
The thing is, it did make sense-- we were in a military installation and I had to borrow a pen, and I wanted to know if it was a military pen and if so, whether it was actually useful in combat. I maintain this was a perfectly logical question.
More troubling was when the person sitting next to me said, "I've stabbed a man in the eye with a pen."
"You have?" I asked, shocked. "Uh, did it work?"
She nodded. "Got his attention."
I considered that. "Uh... do you... does someone really, well, survive that?"
She looked thoughtful. "Not really," she answered.
I know some rather alarming people.
( mulling on relationships and social awkwardness, among other things )
That wasn't a very successful set of ruminations. But I try, it's how I keep my thoughts organized.
I woke this morning after less than 4 hours of sleep, in horrible pain. I had the worst cramps in recent memory, for about an hour, and then they eased and I have been OK, if grumpy and sore, all day. I have not accomplished very much, but I hope I will be useful later tonight. Trying to catch up on email, which I'm sorely behind on. Ungh, I'm still groggy. I hate that, and most of all hate that I'm so old that I can't cope with a little sleep irregularity. Bleh.
My favorite bits of the drunken conversation featured one woman's assertion that she was going to "Fuck you in the ass with my own dick!" which upon repetition became "Fuck you in the dick with my own ass!" and which I strongly suspect had initially been intended as "Fuck you in the ass with your own dick". But it didn't really matter.
The other bit I liked was that at one point I was recounting an earlier conversation, and uttered the phrase, "So I asked, 'Could you stab someone in the eye with this pen?'-- um, which is not at all a weird thing to say, I promise it made sense at the time." The person to whom I was speaking last night simply nodded as though he understood, though I haven't any faith he did.
The thing is, it did make sense-- we were in a military installation and I had to borrow a pen, and I wanted to know if it was a military pen and if so, whether it was actually useful in combat. I maintain this was a perfectly logical question.
More troubling was when the person sitting next to me said, "I've stabbed a man in the eye with a pen."
"You have?" I asked, shocked. "Uh, did it work?"
She nodded. "Got his attention."
I considered that. "Uh... do you... does someone really, well, survive that?"
She looked thoughtful. "Not really," she answered.
I know some rather alarming people.
( mulling on relationships and social awkwardness, among other things )
That wasn't a very successful set of ruminations. But I try, it's how I keep my thoughts organized.
I woke this morning after less than 4 hours of sleep, in horrible pain. I had the worst cramps in recent memory, for about an hour, and then they eased and I have been OK, if grumpy and sore, all day. I have not accomplished very much, but I hope I will be useful later tonight. Trying to catch up on email, which I'm sorely behind on. Ungh, I'm still groggy. I hate that, and most of all hate that I'm so old that I can't cope with a little sleep irregularity. Bleh.
