Trippy Days

So yesterday, after making that post with the flowers and the alternate route, I drank a can of Budweiser.


Oh, do you still call this a can by the way? It looks really long to me. The can says one pint and 8 fl. oz, whatever that means o_o;

Lesson learnt: Never drink beer unless you know enough of what you're getting yourself into.

I can be considered a teetotaler because I drink booze like, what, no more than five times a year? That can send me drunk, which was what I expected, but for the first time ever I found myself vomiting empty two hours after downing booze. The last time I boozed I just slept through to the next morning, so needless to say this is an unexpectedly unpleasant surprise.

The girls dropped by our apartment to cook again, which was nice, but just hours ago this wouldn't have been possible. The whole of Samammish just blacked out; thankfully when it happened it was around noon, so nothing adverse happened.


So I remembered someone in school had a zombie film to make at 2pm, and we (i.e. me and Faiz) were about to leave when one of the guys suggested Munchkins (specifically, the Vampires and Werewolves variant I bought at Barnes & Noble during the trip to Downtown Seattle). So we played it, and we left home... at 2pm.


By the time we got to Gibran, expecting a little crowd, we saw what was instead... a single person inside the classroom.


The closest parallel? Imagine it's a Sunday, and Rudi's inside spouting one-liners like "is that true?!" So yea.


Since that was the case, we left (after Faiz collected his newsprint for the DMDG guys) and we split ways at 90th; he said he needed to grab more stuff from QFC.


Dinner was fantastic - once again, rice and soup reminded me of home. The only thing that didn't quite match was tofu and beef (normally, it would be tofu and something else), but everything else was just good.


Yet despite all the good today, I'm increasingly feeling this strange, digging-at-me sense of unease.


Hopefully it's just me.


P.S.: Just a little update. Lauren Gold emailed me to inform me that she has found the original person she had wanted to partner, so I am out of a partner. Luckily, Kate had told me that it would be worth a shot to ask Mr Doug Schilling about a third wild-card on team, considering our status as sort-of-like-journeymen-students.