I am dead. Completely wasted. Totally out of it. The only thing keeping me awake and typing is sheer bloody minded willpower. This is due to a conspiracy of factors including a lack of antihistimines, a late night of TV watching on Friday, and a quiz night at Fabian’s parent’s Darts Club last night.
Each year the club holds a quiz night as a fund raiser, and being the pathetic trivia puppy I am, I’m always asked along to help shore up Fabian’s table (being the pathetic trvia puppy I am of course I always jump at the opportunity). Last year we were cheated out of equal first place by the inept judges (who despite all evidence to the contrary – such as over 100 years of it sitting in plain view on Liberty Island – claimed that the Statue of Liberty is on Ellis Island) and out of equal second place by the inept counters who failed to carry a one when adding up our scores. This year we vowed to do better.
We actually did do better, coming in equal second with three other tables. Unfortunately being vicious cheapskates the organisers had only put on a prize for first place, meaning we again went home empty handed. I did manage to win a round of heads and tails however, scoring a free pitcher of beer for our table. This would have made the evening a bit more worthwhile, except for the fact that I don’t drink. Everyone else seemed to enjoy it though.
(To be perfectly fair I also scored a pair of sunglasses and a digital watch for my win, but I already have far superior glasses and far better watch, so it’s not like it was a major reward or anything).
My current delitorious state however derives from the vast quantities of junk food I wolfed down (I just can’t resist cheezles, pathetic I know), and the ever increasing clouds of tobacco smoke that drifted around the venue as the night progressed. I’m alergic to cigarette smoke, and had used my last antihistime tablet on Friday morning, so the foul miasma really started to lay into me a few hours in.
The night was aparently supposed to be smoke free, however this ruling was blatently ignored by many attendees, aparently on the basis that they were members of the darts club, and no one would have the guts to walk up and tell them to butt out. Sad to say they were completely right, and the organisers folded faster than an origami master on meth-amphetamines. So they continued smoking like eastern European factories and my histimine enhanced eyes and respitory system really started having some fun.
By the time we got back to my place, I was coughing rather heartily, and hanging around until about 12:15 laughing ourselves stupid at the rulebook for Hol (the insanely violent role playing game set on the planetary prison/garbage dump for a galactic empire/church/fast-food corporation) did my rapidly failing respitary system no good at all. By the time Fabian and Ryan left, I was coughing as if I had consumption, and my nose was running like a faucet. I eventually stumbled into bed about half past twelve, and had a fairly disturbed night, waking up wheezing and snorting like an ill water buffalo every half hour or so until I finally gave up and got out of bed at eight.
So, I’m not at my best today.
I must apologise for not making any entries in the Wyrmlog for several weeks, but as I said, seriously bad stuff has been going down. I’m not going to detail it here, it’s just too depressing, unfair and f****d up. Those who need to know, know, and those who don’t don’t, and that’s where I’ll leave it. It’s not anything I want to talk about.
So, I am now well and truly ensconced in Rebecca’s flat in Mt Lawley. Most of my stuff have been shifted over, and I’m starting to figure out how to balance the need for shopping, cooking and cleaning with my need for sleep, work, and several hours of life-sustaining TV every night. It’s just as well my social life is virtually non-existant or I’d be well and truly stuffed trying to fit everything in.
Hmmm, well I do have a lot more to actually write about, but as I just spent a good two minutes staring blankly at the screen with my jaw hanging loose and my brain essentially going “budubudubudubudubud” I think it might be time to get up and do something physical like the washing up to stop me from falling asleep where I sit. Either that or collapse into bed and dream about Alisen Down until about 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.
Yes, that sounds like a very good idea.