So I lay down on the couch to watch some TV and end up falling asleep. I start having this amazingly pornographic dream that involves a hot neo-Nazi chick (it’s a fetish of mine, for some reason) doing things that I’m not normally turned on by, but this time its getting me all hot and bothered. Right as it get’s to the ahem good part, I wake up because of something on TV. Bleary eyed, I glance at my watch and see that its 2 something in the morning. Shit. I had things I wanted to do tonight, and now I’m not going to get to do them because of what time it is. I kind of fade in and out in front of the TV flipping through the channels, watch an interesting interview with an inventor doing all kinds of cool things that I’d like to do if I had the money, and then drop out for a minute or two again. When I wake up, I decide to get a little something to eat before I go to bed again, since I’ve got to go to work in a couple of hours.
I open the fridge and spot the drink I’d poured myself last night, but never finished. I think, “Man, I’d like to kill that puppy since it’d help me get to sleep.” Of course, I can’t since I won’t have time to sleep off the alcohol before I have to be at work, and if I show up drunk, they’ll fire me on the spot. I glance at my watch to see what time it is, just out of idly curiousity and discover that it’s only 8 PM!!! Huh? That can’t be right! I know my watch said that it was 2:30 when I woke up earlier. Oh, Christ! When I fell back asleep again, did I oversleep and it’s really 8 AM? I look out the window and its dark out, definately not 8 AM.
Uh, oh, did I sleep through an entire day? (Dear Goddess, no, please no! I’ll be out of a job!) I race to the computer and look at the date, same day. Totally weird, I mean, all the programs I flipped through were late-night shows and infomercials. Ah well, it looks like I’ll get to have that drink after all!
Tucker, I can sympathize with the Nazi fetish. Why is fascism so damned sexy?
I used to experience “time-dilation” and “time-compression” all the freaking time. My theory: Time is totally plastic, but it’s hard to tell because of the regular periodicy of clocks and planetary orbits.
Speaking of sexy Nazi’s, have you played Return to Castle Wolfenstein where you can do battle with tight, leather-clad, potentially lesbian Nazis? Sadly, there’s no, uh hand-to-hand combat, but the Nazi babes are hot enough to make me forgive them for putting zombis in what would be an otherwise enjoyable game.
NoClueBoy, nope. Which is a good thing, since I’ve been assassinated back in 1999, IIRC.
Heh-- I have Return to Castle Wolfenstein, but it won’t even consider running on my puny PII 266 w/ RAGE 3D. The disk sits in my drawer, awaiting a worthy platform.
That’s the giveaway right there, Billy. (That and your working through your POW experiences.) Give my regards to the Trafalmadorians.
