I'm sicccccccck. Sunday night I started getting the "sniffles" and I knew that waking up in the morning with a puddle of snot on my chest wasn't a good sign. So here I am on my second day off fighting the ravages of the Asian chicken flu or whatever it is I'm afflicted with.
If being sick was bad, being sick in a desolute camp 5 1/2 hours from home is even worse. Where's my momma bringing me chicken soup? Wahhhhh! I want to order in a pile of super-spicy chicken wings (which usually guarantees my recovery) but nooo.. I have to eat food here thats just a notch above pablum instead. At the very least, having something to do would cheer me up a bit, I just finished reading the only book I brought along -- American Gods by Neil Gaiman (excellent novel btw). And I don't have a tv. Just a CD player and a headfull of dreams *sniffs* oh, and this internet kiosk that I only have ten minutes left on.
To add insult to injury, I can't even recuperate in my room. I have two neighbors who both work night shift, and with how thin the walls are in this place, I'm fairly certain that if I even blow my nose, they'll both kick down my door and stomp me in the nuts until my ballsack ruptures. You see, they NEED their sleep.
So I'm sauntering off around camp, like Michael Landon in Highway to Heaven minus the helping people part. I usually doze off in the smoking/tv lounges, and play a few games of Adams Family pinball. Then I'll get a cup of tea, wander around a little more, doze off for a bit, let out some random moans, cough up a little phelghm, etc. Its so thrilling to be alive.
I wish I had the Xbox with me. Today marks the release of one of my most anticipated titles of the year, EA's FIGHT NIGHT ROUND 2 ! *farts in excitement* I really enjoyed the hell out of the first one and its innovative use of Total Punch Control as well as the rag doll physics and I'd be a complete moron if I wasn't excited about its sequel which includes (for the first time) online play!! *farts in excitement again* Sadly, EA decided NOT to include custom soundtracks as an option, so once again I'll be forced to turn off the nine mediocre rap songs that are known as EA TRAX. Damn you EA, where's my fucking metal?!
Anyhoo.. I can't wait untill Friday, because thats when I get to go home for the weekend! Except that I only get SATURDAY OFF and have to take the long, gruelling bus ride back on Sunday afternoon. But thats the life I'm cursed with for now, and someday that acerage with the monkey butler and English sheepdog will be mine. Then I'll laugh and laugh at how great my life is.
peace.
