Monday, April 01, 2002
|9:56 PM|
I didn't sleep at all last night, just awful insomnia. I have no idea why, but I didn't sleep the whole night, just little moments of less awake then others. Being in bed, alone, at 4:30am is probably the most bored you can be while still being comfortable.
I had this weird and stupidly geeky dream in the early morning. Ever wonder what happens to all the storm troopers in Star Wars that get shot?
In the dream I was one of the guys responsible for tidying up. They die so often, that you stick the whole body into a machine that dissolves down the organic materials. Chemically, like Logan's run, or maybe it was bacterial. Fungi? Eh. I was just the guy cleaning up the bodies.
Once you deal with the wiggly bits, you feed the clean armor into an armor shredder, that just crushes it down and makes neat cubes. It throws a lot of stuff around, especially the front chest plate. It's like a large thresher/compactor. There's debris everywhere, crunching underfoot, flying through the air into people's eyes. People kick the shin guards around like popcans, bowel the helmets around, that sort of thing.
I got bored and started slaughtering people, dragging them back to the room to use the process. "Neat!"
Then, all of a sudden, it's myself and some friends, and my old computer teach, bouncing on a trampoline, comparing stupid answers we gave on surveys that were really references to video games.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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