the gauge is reading well below E.
snow flew in non-stop. mr. storm came in a big, fat hurry and knocked on our doors saturday afternoon and then he fucking wouldn’t leave. he just kept going and going until monday afternoon – by the time he left my car was a blob of maroon metallic jelly inside a snow donut.
i managed to catchup on a lot of sleep, having no desire to do anything productive. for awhile i fancied the idea of being motivated while i was kept prisoner in my house, but instead i enjoyed the company of hockey and ocarinas. the water temple is a bitch by the way, but my hockey franchise is an even 20 across the board and is now the proud owner of a digital stanley cup.
b-b-b-b-x-y-y-y-right. b-b-y-y-left. damn straight.
people went to work yesterday. there was a state of emergency (SOE) so i figured people wouldn’t get mad if i decided not to go in. technically we weren’t supposed to be driving because of the SOE, and driving is the only way for me to get to work. add one in my favor because there was a ton of snow on my car. add another one because the street where my car was parked had not been plowed.
fuck, it still isn’t plowed.
so like i was saying, i caught up on a lot of sleep but of course the night i decide that i’m going to go to work the next day (i.e. last night), a massive bout of insomnia hits and i stay up all night. as in, not go to sleep. at all. at around 3 in the morning a car alarm went off and proceeded to wake up the neighborhood for an additional 20 minutes. it teased us with some 5 minutes of silence and then came roaring back for another 10. i peeked out my window a couple of times to check if i could see what car it was just in case i came up with some sort of devious plan for retribution… but i couldn’t find it. besides, it wouldn’t have mattered; my plans of revenge never seem to make it past the conceptual phase. probably safer that way.
i rode in with m— because of the previous problems mentioned; i’ve come to decide that i don’t like how he drives in the snow. i grew up driving in snow. i am comfortable driving in snow. i was not comfortable with m— driving in snow. he was running twice the speed everyone else was while being right up on peoples asses. he kept muttering things like “sorry buddy, the rules don’t apply to me”, and “damn, why can’t he get out of the way” while he cut people off and rode on the wrong side of the road. my grogginess disallowed any visible nervous twitching, but i definitely kept a mental note of where the oh shit! bar was.
at work i’m full of chills and intoxicated apprehension. throw clarity out the window and take some nyquil because that’s where i’m at. my capacity to think is excruciatingly low and any attempt at a cerebral conversation ends up being puerile. i want sex and i need to sleep and i am buck-nutty tired.
on a totally different note, i fell asleep to johnny cash covering “hurt” on both saturday and sunday night. was that an original NIN song? holy flircking shnit.
i think i found a new appreciation for the water temple. that shadow business scares me, though.