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10.17.01: Getting There

I believe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. No, scratch that--there is, and I've already found a piece of it. But if you had tried telling that to me last night, I would not have believed. For those of you who know me, you know that "last night" actually technically means "this morning."

People on 2-North Myers have frightening insomniac tendencies. It's an easy habit to slip into. Last "night" I was turning in, with the weight of a horrible day on me, and the pressure of a short time to sleep also on my mind. Ain't no way to try and sleep.

It is only with my current back-to-normal mindset that I can look back on last "night" and present to you the following dramatis personae:


Omerza, a chipper fellow

Tingle, a chipper fellow with a low voice. ...which carries muchly through walls. This combination makes him an excellent radio personality.

Seth, affectionately known as the Pygmy for his adorable stature. Some see it as a setback, but we all really know it is a modern-day superpower. It allows him to do the Sign Trick, which involves him walking underneath stop signs and yield signs and some such, without even a hair on the top of his head touching the sign. If you've never seen it, you haven't lived. Also, the entirety of his speech is a living breathing string of foulness. Oh yeah, and he's chipper.

And now, on to the story. As I lay in bed last "night," pondering my awful day and relishing the would-be haven of sleep, there becomes a conversation outside my door (because our room is the center of the universe...the smallest room in Myers Hall, and people gravitate toward it nonetheless). I couldn't really hear the conversation, I only know there was talking, and this shall be my recreation of it:

"I am a deep, low-pitched, yet sonorant drone. Walls are no match for my voice. Drone drone!"


"And you know [hockey rhetoric...because they were playing a hockey video game]. Ud."


"@%^%$&%*&*&$#$&!%^& %^&@$% &%^*@$ %^&$&...(inhales deep breath)...$@&@%^$!%^%^#$^#$%!"


"Yes, well, that may be true, Seth. However, (invents a perverted idea)."


"Yeah, he just said (Tingle's innovative perversion)."


"$&*^%$!!...*&%#$?"


"Yes, I do think this hockey video game is well-done."(then more droning)


This is about the time I get out of bed, put on pants, and snap at the chipper fellows. This pattern was repeated at least once: Droning, bursts of profanity, putting on pants, snapping at people, taking pants back off, going back to bed, and awaiting the beginning of the cycle again. Eventually, sleep overtook me, and I was able to walk around today, so it's all good.

Ending notes:
Mom: Thanks for the kick in the pants.
Spanky, and everyone jumping on this PC-emulator DDR bidness: Do you dance with your fingers?
Dyevushka: Spasiba.

stub out

Log:

It's big, it's heavy, it's wood.
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