|7:56 AM|
I'm getting tired of being vaguely ill. My sleep is feverish, with bizzare dreams, and it takes too long for me to be rested. I find myself putting on a jacket and turning on a fan in an attempt to find a comfortable temperature. The level of available energy I have is laughable.
Meanwhile I'm at work early because yesterday I went to bed shortly after I got home. Christ, I slept for way too fucking long.
Did I explain how I'm a wanted man now? The poker club of which I was member was broken up in the past month or so. They had been politely ignored by the local police since they were technically a private club, modelled after the "Sons of Liberty". Oh, and they made a great deal of charitable donations to local Austin services, such as the Austin Fire Department and the Austin Police Department.
These donations were not enough, as it turns out. The police certainly confiscated the member list, but I doubt there will be any follow up on that.
|4:43 PM|
My driving skill showed itself again, with the swift avoidance of an idiot-asshole in a silver eclipse who got his "cum-muffins". Just a quick explanation, cum-muffins was the misspelling a doofus used of comeuppance.
How often do you see some idiot in a car make some move that risks causing a multiple car accident just to save a few nanoseconds? How often do you wish that asshole destroys his car pulling shit like that? The idiot in question was clearly fed up with waiting for a gap in traffic to make a left hand turn. He shoots out in front of 2 lanes of traffic and tried to swing around into the (relative to me) oncoming lane. Either he misjudged the gap he was aiming for or he thought he could get into the center turn or "suicide" lane, whatever it was he fucked up. He rammed a car in the southbound lane, fishtailed violently across the center lane, and into my northbound lane.
Meanwhile, I'm watching this accident unfold thinking "Oh you stupid bastard". Right as he careened into my lane is when I realized "Oh shit I'm about to be involved in this accident" and took evasive action. I'll compress this tale into some neat diagrams later.
Wrong Names I've been called in the past week: Brennan Vernon Breenan
Hey, when I get hit by a Colgate truck or whatever ends me, could you stuff and mount me near a popular intersection? I'd like to being posed in death as I lived, flipping people off with a grin on my face. I want lizard eyes, though. And fangs.
