My niece and nephew left yesterday and I’m down about it. My stomach is settling, which is a plus. A big minus though: yesterday my video card had some distortion. I noticed that the video in wire on the back of the computer wasn’t in all the way so I pulled it out and pulled it back in. Bad move. Now the svideo is in black in white. Going through ATI’s customer service IS A NIGHTMARE I WOULDN’T WISH ON ANYONE. What’s really sad is that my little shuttle xpc unit itself is actually cheaper to replace than the @#$#ing video card inside of it.
So I was pretty out of it last night. I played a lot of monopoly while I was yet again reinstalling windows. Straight monopoly gives me fits. It’s too slow. Party monopoly lets everyone roll at once so it breaks the tedious nature of the game. I also hate the traditional auction rule. It screws up my strategy by having to put out money too early. Looks like the very best way to win in traditional is to grab the green row of properties and milk it for everything. For some reason those are totally unavoidable and when maxed out, they’ll pull in more money as a group than boardwalk and pike place will.
ENOUGH. I’m addicted. Dammit. I’m going to start breaking the addiction today. None for the whole day.
Last night I had a strange dream. I was goofing off at a video arcade when wrestler Kevin Nash came in. He decided it was “Kevin Nash’s Ultimate Goof Off Day” and wanted everyone to join in. Since I don’t have to have a label on my goof off days, I declined to leave what I was doing to come celebrate his wonderful idea. I’m like that in real life too, to digress, I don’t go for prepackaged gatherings, they tend to piss me off. Back to the story, well, he didn’t like me not participating and he decided that I should die.
So I started running.
He and his goons chased me down a street but I escaped by hiding in some garbage cans. There was a zombie in one and I gave him what was left of my money because he didn’t have any shoes. I didn’t think twice about it because there were goons the size of giants after me. I snuck back into a abandoned ancient temple where a bunch of us lived and thought that would be that.
Well, it wasn’t, while watching TV I heard a commotion outside. Big goons wanting to kill me. This time I started running out my own front door. They chased and I somehow made it into the city. I heard fighting behind me but ended up running into city hall, where a group of aliens (aka our city council — who came to the planet just to run our city in slow motion), had been in slow motion debate for years. No one would notice me there. On my way out the goons saw me again but this time sent werewolves to attack me. So I ran.
They wanted to punish me by turning me into one of them (though, duh, I always thought being a werewolf was kind of cool), so I ran like hell. This time I heard it when the werewolves collided with some other people and a fight broke out. I was able to run home.
There was an aside, like there always are in my cinematic dreams, where I saw the battle. It was zombies fighting the werewolves. There were two shadowy figures that I didn’t recognize who were said something like “he must remain protected at all costs …”
Back home. Getting ready for bed. I heard something strange outside the windows of the temple. I put shoes on and ran out the front door. I remember wondering why they never blocked the front door. I mean put your goons right outside the front door and I’ll run into them and that’ll be that … but they never caught on.
That’s what did it. Adding logic to this whole thing disrupted my sleep pattern and I woke up.
So there you have it. I’m utterly messed up. I have dreams where I run like “Ricewind” from the “Discworld” novels through stranger worlds than even Terry Pratchett can cook up.
I’m so scared.
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