05-27-2024, 02:49 PM
Laundry is done and I'm completely unpacked. Sorted my gear. As always, my first festival packing was sorely lacking.
Reread my broken posts. Between my crosseyed state at the late night / early morn posting times (only time I could get access without the crowds overloading the towers) and my poor thumb typing - so many typos. But I kinda like it that way.
There were actually 3 vols who went down on Sat. Hoel's son got taken out by a weird shotgun dab rig (took out a patient later and Hoel knew what to do because of that). Svet misjudged her whiskey and became disassociated. I'm her oldest friend there but it got too intimate so I had to pull out and let our JNK queens take over. And the third had a head cold - another old friend who's been with CR since the RM daze - that cold affected her shroom attempt. She has bad luck with psychedelics.
There was a glittering gal with JM who dosed almost everyone. Glitter is hippie herpes. Never do it. The portapotty was glittered. Reminded me of that old saying 'you can't polish a turd but you can roll it in glitter'. I had this vision of a short story I've always wanted to write about a post-apocalyptic festival where the zombies all move like skanking reggae fans, only you can't hear the music - only they can and that comprises their zombie shuffle. The first symptom of festival zombieism would be glitter erupting like a rash.
Fri 5.7 miles
Sat 5.3 miles
Sun 3.9 miles
I've been working between sleepy spells. I took this caffeinated power bar I got as a free sample and it got me bussing for a few minutes, but then dropped out on me.
Stacy rearranged all the living room furniture. I think she does this to mess with me. In my tattered state, it's like rearranging furniture on a blind person.
Feel good on the whole though. It's a busy week so I best get back to it.
Reread my broken posts. Between my crosseyed state at the late night / early morn posting times (only time I could get access without the crowds overloading the towers) and my poor thumb typing - so many typos. But I kinda like it that way.
There were actually 3 vols who went down on Sat. Hoel's son got taken out by a weird shotgun dab rig (took out a patient later and Hoel knew what to do because of that). Svet misjudged her whiskey and became disassociated. I'm her oldest friend there but it got too intimate so I had to pull out and let our JNK queens take over. And the third had a head cold - another old friend who's been with CR since the RM daze - that cold affected her shroom attempt. She has bad luck with psychedelics.
There was a glittering gal with JM who dosed almost everyone. Glitter is hippie herpes. Never do it. The portapotty was glittered. Reminded me of that old saying 'you can't polish a turd but you can roll it in glitter'. I had this vision of a short story I've always wanted to write about a post-apocalyptic festival where the zombies all move like skanking reggae fans, only you can't hear the music - only they can and that comprises their zombie shuffle. The first symptom of festival zombieism would be glitter erupting like a rash.
Fri 5.7 miles
Sat 5.3 miles
Sun 3.9 miles
I've been working between sleepy spells. I took this caffeinated power bar I got as a free sample and it got me bussing for a few minutes, but then dropped out on me.
Stacy rearranged all the living room furniture. I think she does this to mess with me. In my tattered state, it's like rearranging furniture on a blind person.
Feel good on the whole though. It's a busy week so I best get back to it.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse