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Saturday, 20 February 2010 03:01:49
Sounds kind of like a monster, don't it? Like in a bad Japanese Godzilla knock-off... Actually, I'm spending a minute not thinking about myself...well, maybe less...probably,much less...thirty seconds, tops... Anyway, been a good day today. I'm in process of finding work, and more money (yay me!), and I actually have hopes for the future that don't involve me doing bad things to low-down, dirty deceivers! Much easier this way. The future is looking up. And so...back to me!
Saturday, 20 February 2010 07:36:17
I like the Dum Aloo ones. Potato curry. I will straight up cut you over the potatoes. They're really, really that good. Not too hot, but spicy enough that you know its there. And you already know about the green salsa, so I won't revisit. Even though it keeps revisiting me. Thing is, I like to eat stuff that's bad for me. I like Juan's tortilla chips. And peanut M & M's. And Diet Dr Pepper with extra carcinogens. Six shots of espresso and a coffee topper (essentially the reverse of a depth charge)--I do the same thing with a boilermaker. Vodka martinis so dirty you can't see through'em. Chocolate chip cookies. Rare steak, and I DO mean rare when I order it; don't bring me a gorram slice of shoe leather! If it don't cry for it's momma when I stick it with a fork, it's overdone. MMMMM! Can you tell I'm hungry writing this? Kim chee. Curry. I would really appreciate it if somebody would send me a case of Diet Rock Stars...apparently, they don't know about those in Texas. I haven't had a single palpitation since I been here, and I miss'em something awful. It's the heart palpitations that let you know its working. I'm for heading out to forage. Wish me luck. One thirty in the morning in the middle of nowhere, I think I'm stuck with whatever ain't growin' moss in the fridge...
Saturday, 20 February 2010 15:57:33
Day 1 I woke up in a hospital. I can't remember who I am. I can't remember anything... except floating. Floating, and being very cold. The nurse here calls me Spyder. She says that I've been in a coma for months. She says that I was picked up by a government ship and brought here. She says that the restraints are just for my own safety. Day 2 The nurse's name is Tracey. She told me that I can be discharged soon, after a few more tests. Day 3 Tracey says that they've set me up with a place to stay when I leave here, and a part time job. Day 4 Today I was discharged and taken to my small new apartment. It felt good to have the restraints taken off. Day 5 Today I started My part time job. I'm a telemarketer - or at least I think they want me to be. I sit in a cubicle with all the communication equipment around me. They want me to focus on one thing, but when I start using the calling system I use it to direct the satellite dish (or whatever they call the machine that sends out the signal to the rest of the world) towards one star every night. Instead of calling who they tell me to, I send Messages to each star, hoping for a reply. So far no luck. The shifts here are very short. Day 6 I called a new star again today - nothing. Day 7 I walked to work with many other people from my block. I think they put us all together so we can all work in the same place. New star - no reply. Day 8 All the people on my block walk together each day to the park. We only spend an hour there, then it's back to the apartment. New star - no reply. Day 9 I wonder what my life was like before all this. I think there's a problem with the electricity in my apartment. Every night at the same time, all the lights go out. It's ok though, I want to sleep anyway. Day 10 Still no reply from any star. I won't stop trying. At least they haven't found out that I'm doing this. Day 11 Contact! I heard voices today! I heard them, although I was not at my cubicle. I was in my small room. This must mean that the voices are from one of the stars I've been calling, but the voices communicate through brainwaves. Of course! Why would they respond to me through satellite and risk being overheard?! They are much further advanced than we are. They told me that the apocalypse is coming soon. They said they will come to save me. They said I need to give them my astronomical coordinates. It took a while but I found them. Here they are: 537.5 272.9 Achernar I know they can read my mind so now they have my location. They say 'Your time is short.' I hope they get here in time. Day 12 They have arrived for me. They are all dressed in white. Some are armed. They said they are taking me to a room and preparing me for transport. They said that I will be strapped into a special chair and electrodes will be attached to me for the journey. They have given me a last meal here on this planet. This will be My last entry as they won't allow me to take this journal. Good bye.