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So: no more fast food for me for a while. Saturday's Arby's has spoiled me pretty hard on it, what with the near-projectile vomiting that ensued about twelve hours later and had me wanting to just plain old not move at all for the day thereafter. I will give it credit, though, for perhaps inspiring a dream:
It was a warm, very-nearly hot summer day; I happened to be in transit between places, riding a bike. A good day in general. Somewhere along the line something cut me above the eye-- I bled enough for it to get in my eyes and keep me from riding safely, so I ditched the bike somewhere I knew it would be safe and started walking. The path took me up a hill; somewhere along the line I tripped and found that my legs weren't working. Then, it started to rain!
And I started giggling, because it was SO FUNNY. Someone came over, asking me what was wrong, and I explained that nothing was wrong that wouldn't be over and done with soon anyway. Soon as I remembered how one particular set of muscles functioned I would be on my way again. No, I didn't mind the rain-- it was /nice/ today. She watched from a pink raincoat, and between my fits of giggles, she asked me, "Is this how you feel all the time?"
I had no answer for her but a smile. Finally, I remembered which way I had to flex my legs in order for them to support my weight. The rain had abated, and I realized just how far up I was this hill-- and how steep it was. A thirty, forty-five degree angle upward. I asked her if it had always been this way, and she gave me a look that suggested I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going but wishing me well just the same.
"Drill through the heavens" indeed.
It was a warm, very-nearly hot summer day; I happened to be in transit between places, riding a bike. A good day in general. Somewhere along the line something cut me above the eye-- I bled enough for it to get in my eyes and keep me from riding safely, so I ditched the bike somewhere I knew it would be safe and started walking. The path took me up a hill; somewhere along the line I tripped and found that my legs weren't working. Then, it started to rain!
And I started giggling, because it was SO FUNNY. Someone came over, asking me what was wrong, and I explained that nothing was wrong that wouldn't be over and done with soon anyway. Soon as I remembered how one particular set of muscles functioned I would be on my way again. No, I didn't mind the rain-- it was /nice/ today. She watched from a pink raincoat, and between my fits of giggles, she asked me, "Is this how you feel all the time?"
I had no answer for her but a smile. Finally, I remembered which way I had to flex my legs in order for them to support my weight. The rain had abated, and I realized just how far up I was this hill-- and how steep it was. A thirty, forty-five degree angle upward. I asked her if it had always been this way, and she gave me a look that suggested I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going but wishing me well just the same.
"Drill through the heavens" indeed.