|5:32 PM|
Drat. Zusty has already begun posting her tale of the Trip! It is highly enjoyable, so go read it and stuff. I am doing my best to trim down my own version of those events, and also to insert more "happiness" and "Joy" because I had a blast on that trip. Zusty is doing a better job with the general "Why the fuck not!" and general attitude of the trip. I don't know what I'm doing a better job on, likely wasting hard disk space. But no matter. I'm going to have something to post shortly, be it the Super Secret Suprise or my version of events, I won't know until I do it. Blarg.
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|11:23 AM|
Well, thanks to my remembering that last night was in fact Thursday and not Friday I did not clean my house. I was quite ready to destroy myself, but had I been late to work, my boss would have pulled me inside out. He was a bit miffed at me for not being on time yesterday until he heard my voice. I was able to make incredible impressions of System Shock 2 hybrids. I started spouting off their idle noises "Run...." "Something...out of place". I should have recorded them, but I wanted my voice back. Lexmark still cannot hire me, as Dell continues to not give us an official answer. Normally when something drags on this long it's my fault, but in this situation it's Dell not giving a damn. Lexmark "knows" they have the contract, and Dell "knows" they are giving it to us, but contractually and Human resources wise, until announcements are made, Lexmark cannot hire me. So they are continuing to piss money away on my Contractor company, and I'm pissing cash away on shitty health benefits. Don't get me wrong, this is still a swell job, but with much better wages just outside of my grasp things can get frustrating.
Geez, it's only 11am. Smells like a long day at work. Figures that my home machine would crash on a day like this. Anyone here willing to break into my house to reset my computer? Didn't think so. Drat.
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Thursday, November 08, 2001
|6:43 PM|
DAMMIT. ZUSTY HAS MY DAMNED SMART MEDIA CARDS.
Dammit Dammit Dammit. Well, I have her sunglasses and a little plastic pony named Morton in my car. Guess we'll just have to have a hostage exchange.
|6:12 PM|
Voice coming back. Just have to be careful and not talk. Great. Time to clean my car and my entire damned house. This means war. I'm tired of all this crap, and if I have to go to Home Depot to buy boards and cinder blocks I will do so. If this means breaking down a wall and installing a new room 3 stories up, then...I might be in a bit of trouble.
|2:15 PM| Losing my voice in a hurry. Perhaps Lampshade steals my ability to speak everytime I see her. Maybe she prefers it when I can only make soft, plaintive beeps and chirps at her. She just hit 200 entries, so go pat her on the back, but if you try to cop a feel you'll pull back a stump.
I'm pretty sure my boss knows about this page, at least it seems that he knows more than he's coming right out and saying. Hello Vid! Shall we continue this little charade for another day?
I'm afraid I'm going to turn into a cough syrup addict. I'm waiting the proper amount of time for each dosage, actually waiting an extra hour, but the syrup is no longer "not awful" tasting, and is now approaching "Mmmmm cough syrup". It isn't there yet. I'd still rather be drinking drool straight from the source. Ah, that reminds me, we've come come up with a new kind of sexual deviance, a Droolie. A Droolie is someone who has a fetish for saliva, and the we who came up with it consists of Arizona goons and the Cecil/Zusty combo. It's possible that someone somewhere has already thought of this sick fetish, but we thought we were very clever. We came up with some clever variants, like people who only want fresh saliva, people who must bathe in cold saliva, people who want it in their wetsuits. We're sick people.
I'm going to stick to my naked geeky female fetish, but the wide variety of options is appreciated.
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|1:33 AM|
Zusty heads back tommorow. Drag. It's been a much more interesting time around here,. thanks to her. Crazy fiddle-faddle, bizzare Morton related plastic horses, drugs used for evil, and even attracting other goons to this state for a visit. I had to say goodbye tonight, or more accurately early this morning. I'm going to work before she leaves for the airport.
Have a good flight, crazy Lobster-Bee girl.
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Wednesday, November 07, 2001
|1:35 PM|
Hooray. It's a tough day at work but I'm still doing another update. Unfortunately the remote control system on my home computer seems to have died, so the pictures are not yet available. Drat. I'm eating a "Mrs. Freshley's" cupcake "Home baked style pastries and snacks", which is not accurate, but "Ed Higgins, shift 4b-7G's 37,000th 'Hostess Cupcake rip-off" of the week is not as appettizing. Goddamn, this thing is such crap. I am such a whiny bitch about my junkfood, and now I'm totally sick of junk food. Bitch-critical-mass attained. I miss the salmon and steak I had in Arizona. I (in a singularly stupid faux pas) told lampshade that I normally don't dig fish, salmon in particular. I still got seconds (the small portions I was able to eat on a road trip stomach equal to 'large bites' when I'm at home), and I never get seconds of fish. Crab, oyster, salmon, tuna, fake crabmeat, they all tasted the same when my mom made them. It may be that I don't like fish because they had been cooked in the past in an unusual fashion. Maybe the reason I only liked clam chowder once was because that "once" was outside of my house. If at all possible this payday, I'm getting some damn fish and I'll figure out exactly what I like and what I don't. Goddamn, this damn cupcake has tinges of rotten berry in it. Blarg.
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|11:37 AM|
Okay, so I looked through the drugs I was given by my father in a desperate attempt to fix all the things that were going wrong with me. Sadly most of what I had was expired. Never use expired medication unless specifically told by your doctor "That expiration date is a crock of shit". Oddly enough I might not have noticed that my prescription strength cough medicine was expired if it had not turned into a purplish paste and could not be poured out of the bottle. Luckily I found some Panmist pills which are decongestants that prove there is a loving God. Sadly, these pills were right on the edge of their expiration date and are less powerful than usual. I am still a bit stuffy, and my nose is non functional as far as normal nose procedures are concerned ("Breathing" and "Smelling") but I am still able to stick my nose into people and that's all that counts.
The following text has been made the same color as the backround, if you want to see it, highlight it, but it's about the effect of a bad decongestant on a tweaked out amphetanine freak.
Oh, if you ever desperately need all of the water out of you in a big hurry, use sudafed. Lots of sudafed. As it turns out, sudafed is actually "suda-ephedrine" or something like that, so on a speed junkie like myself it did not have any of the desired effects until my Adderal wore off. Now, since I had taken 4 of these little bastards over the course of yesterday and my other drug (effexor) makes me retain water, the effect of all the sudafed hitting at once was similar to a water balloon the size of a bus being shot by a bazooka. I could urinate for my country, as long as I could stick the dismount. If anyone was in those restrooms, they were filled with intimidation at the awesome might of my dragon-draining. We stopped by a picnic area that lacked proper facilities and I taught some weeds to fear man. I know I was really starting to annoy Zusty with my "every thirty minutes wake up and ask to stop the car" behaviour but I had no choice.
I am writing up a narrative of the whole Lampshade visit plan 9 from outer space, and I'll post a link to that as well as pictures.
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Tuesday, November 06, 2001
|8:46 PM|
I am sick. I am tired. I am drained. I should not move. I am very happy to have seen Lampshade, and I had a very enjoyable time in the car with Zusty. I'll even link them later. I gave Zusty roughly 45 minutes notice that the trip was back on, so she did very well. We purchased much fiddle faddle. And I got sick. Well, that's all later. I just wanted to update and stuff. To let people know that I am sick, and they should snuggle in my general direction, but to also say I am getting better, and I may go to work. For now, the sharpie I am covered in is doing something odd to the flesh beneath it. More details as they become available.
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Monday, November 05, 2001
|10:39 PM|
Hello kind sirs, this is the Lampshade, guest updating the Terminal Packet Loss. Zusty and I have taken the one you call Cecil, we are writing clips of phrases on him, like "Jim Morrison ruined Thanksgiving. FIND HIM AND KILL HIM." Zusty is justifying that somehow. And drawing wires. He'll have pictures up later, I'm sure.
We had pizza, too.
The markers are making me woozy.
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