September 18th, 2004
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Visions of the future or the present?
It’s funny how a ceramic half litre jug of unpronounceable European beer can adjust your logic and ability to reason. I told Nui last night that I was probably going to finish my beer and go to bed (though I really didn’t mean this because of course I had plans to stay up until all hours doing _something_).
I don’t know what country it’s from, but I know it’s eight dollars and heavy as an iron, and I’m gonna drink it like a Viking!
However, true to my words I predicted my own fate and woke up for the second time this week on the sofa with the TV on and one hand tucked neatly, Al Bundy style, in my pants.
I had the most amazing dream, the bulk of which I don’t remember (something about riding around on a Bigfoot monster truck minibike and dodging shots from historic replica revolutionary war rifles aimed by a drunk and cantankerous Clint Eastwood and Charlie Sheen), but the end was the real kicker. I got home and suddenly realized I was living with Karen Tracey yet again.
What put me over the top though was when Karen reminded me that I was married, and to a bisexual, cosplaying Mexican. She was cute enough, and reminded me of a cross between Foxy Hu and some girl I saw in a B movie once. Man, did it rock me. It was like that movie, “The Family Man” with Nicholas Cage, except I didn’t remember knowing this girl in my childhood.
Karen had an elaborate array of coffee makers in her massive room which were all hooked up to a server in the basement and running UNIX to brew her the perfect cup. My wife was slim (but not waifishly so), wearing jeans and one of those little tight shirts that shows off the midriff. Apparently we were close to Cheryl, because the power was going out tomorrow and we were all going to LARP or something in place of a normal life. I dunno. I pulled the missus onto the bed and kissed her, because I felt like I had to (because this is what married people do, right?), but it was so weird because I was thinking this while doing it. But man, oh man, was my Mom going to be pissed when she found out…
