Drank, drunk, drink

Dancing in the front room on a Friday is an endurance test. The music is unrelenting, the rotations come more quickly, and much of the music is unfamiliar. It's far from impossible, however. It can be downright enjoyable, acclimating yourself to the rhythm, guessing where the breaks come, riding the rising wave of sound and feeling the beat carry you forward into the next song. Good times.

Mishak's birthday shindig was a singing success, if kareoke is your bag. Spriggan decided to go into assassin mode, slipping drink after drink into my hands. If I didn't know better, I'd say he had ulterior motives.

Sunday I picked up my V:TES decks (which have been gathering dust as of late) and had a pretty good tiem at a tournament. I rounded out the night tuning up some decks, watching In the Mouth of Madness again, and have an excellent conversation with my roommate, who is a goddamn genius.


Then, in last night's episode of Subconscious Theater, I get to relive the move I just watched. Complete with being locked in my room, hearing strange noises from beyond space and time, waking up in my dream to still be dreaming, and watching my limbs shake and distort as I reach for the light. Ugh.

Lastly, my last leg go kicked out from under me. Great.