Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I’m at some hotel at their buffet trying to grab lunch. I’m hungry and it’s late, like 2ish and they’re shutting down the buffer (there was more proof to this part about the hotel and who I was with and what it was all about but I forget that now). The maitre d’hotel rushes me in a condescending way when a pause over some exotic fruit and it triggers me. I launch into this huge yelling tirade about how poorly I’m being treated despite my company paying good money for the hotel, yelling loudly and making a scene. The dude flees in terror. I go back and they’ve bussed my plate a put away much of the buffet offerings. Fortunately I find another plate and the two salmon dishes are still there, condensed to one platter, burn there’s still a lot. With intentions to grab all the salmon that remains, I wait for a friend to finish getting some salmon - it’s Nesticles which is ironic because he doesn’t like fish. He’s taking his time so I get some salad which has a lot of pickled garlic in it. My old partner in crime Keith from RM who got himself blackballed like before Jerry died was there - he cheers me on about the rant.

Psych: maybe my blood sugar dropped last night but I don’t think so. I had a substantial dinner but I am a bit pecking now. I’m thinking the hotel buffet was some flashback to traveling to tournaments for KFM, perhaps elicited by my TC visit yesterday. The appearance of Nesticles & Keith we’re because I sent out an email to the JNK yesterday - my first in over a year - updating them about what the concert outlook is now.