Narcolepsy Man: The Man of Pi Is#2

Dear Diary,

It's time, my friends, for another episode of:

Narcolepsy Man: The Man of Pi
in
Fear, Loathing, and ACTION in Las Vegas

Where we left off: Action Grrl, Narcolepsy Man, Rin, and the Backstreet Boys minus Nick were on their way to Las Vegas from the Superhero Charity Ball to see just what was up with Nick. Super Fast Kel was back at the Ranch with the Mysterious Death Chimp.

The whole crew, minus Super Fast Kel screeched to a halt in a parking lot of the MGM Grand, in the Super Fast Action Tank.

"So what now? This is where he was staying, right, the MGM Grand?" asked Action Grrl of the 'Boys.

"Uhmmm," uhmmed the Boys of the Backstreet. "No one wrote down the room number."

"Well, we got two choices, we can either knock on every door here, or I could go all Narcolepsy Man on that bell-boy's buttocks over there and see what's up," said Narcolepsy Man.

"I really don't think that falling asleep in front of the bell-boy is going to solve anything," pointed out Action Grrl.

"Good point. But you are forgetting that I am Narcolepsy Man, the Man of ..., um ...." Narcolepsy Man forgotted (forgotted? heh).

"The 'Man of Pi'?" suggested A.J.

"Yeah! Sorry, mental block."

So The Man of, uh, Pi went up to the bell-boy and challenged him.

"So, uh, Ed," read Narcolepsy Man off the bell-boy's nametag, "I hear that a certain Backstreet Boy is staying here today."

"Mr man in tights, don't think you can get that information out of me," replied the bellboy. "Unless you can recite more Pi than I." With that, the bell-boy pulled out his prized possession, a blue ribbon from the county Pi-reciting contest.

Unflinching, Narcolepsy Man agreed. And the stand off began.

"3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406
286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647 ...."

And on and on they went. For 30 minutes.

And finally ...

Someone ...

Stammerred.

Of course it was the bell-boy who faltered. For he was not the Man of Pi!

"I am quite impressed .. " finally said the bell-boy. "I challenge nearly everyone I can to a Pi-reciting contest, and you are the only one who has ever bested me. I submit to you master."

"Hrmm, " thought Narcolepsy Man. "I could use a sidekick."

"You ever thought of being a superhero sidekick, Bell-boy?" asked Narcolepsy Man.

"No, but it sounds like fun. More fun than standing here. You askin? If so I'm in," said Bell-Boy.

"Ok. You can be officially sworn in and go thru your sidekick ceremony later, but right now we need all the assistance we can get to find this Nick character," said Narcolepsy Man.

"Alrighty! sounds like fun. Yeah, Nick is up in room 432," said the Bell-Boy.

Narcolepsy Man gave the all clear signal to the guys in the Super Fast Action Van. The crew jumped out and headed over the front door.

"Who's this?" asked Rin. Still looking devilishly handsome in his superhero suit.

"This is Ed, the Bell-boy of Pi. He's giving the superhero sidekick idea a whirl," replied Narcolepsy Man

"Welcome to the club," welcomed Action Grrl.

And with that they went up to room 432. As they slowly and quietly crept up to the door, no sounds could be heard, because these are really expensive rooms with soundproofing. So really they were sneaking for no reason.

"So what do we do now?" asked Action Grrl.

"Don't look at me," said Ed, the Bell-boy. "I'm just a side-kick too."

"Well, does anyone have on an Inviso-Belt, y'know, like what Space Ghost has? We could sneak in." asked Action Grrl.

"No, but I heard Space Ghost was performing some swank tunes for swingin superheroes down in one of the lounges this weekend," said Narcolepsy Man. "I can try to see if he's asleep and get him to help us out."

"Ok, make it so," suggested Rin.

And with that, Narcolepsy Man went to the dream world.

And the superhero's waited.

And waited.

Some more.

And then....

"Well, guys, good news and bad news: Bad news is that Space Ghost is all booked up, what with the lounge singing circuit all lighting up for him and all. But the good news is that I was able to get us the Keebler Elves."

"The Keebler Elves, what good will that do us, and what are they doing in Las Vegas?" asked Action Grrl, with a little irritation.

"I figured Keebler Elves are small, so they can fit thru the vents," explained Narcolepsy Man, "Anyways, they were down in the comedy lounge filling in for the standup routine for the Pillsbury Do-boy. He had some sort of bacterial infection or something."

** enter the Keebler Elves **

"So what are we doing here for you, superheros?" asked one particularly kewt leetul elfie welfie.

"We need you to scout out what's going on in this hotel room. Think you can make it thru the vents?" asked Narcolepsy Man.

"Dude, we're 2 inches tall. I think we can make it," he replied. "Have a cookie."

So off they tromped, while our adventurous adventurers munched on Elf Graham cookies until the leetul elfies got back.

"Well, there's a guy, Nick, according to my "Hi my name is:" badge. And there was this dude with spikes all over his back," said Ernie the Elf.

"That would be Bowser," Narcolepsy Man stated, pulling from his vast arcane knowledge of things Nintendo.

"Right," Ernie the Elf continued. "Well, he had this notebook here that you might find interesting."

About four of five elves handed Action Grrl a notebook marked 'Bowser's Super Evil Plans to Destroy Superheros', and right there on page 4 was a plan to get Super Fast Kel to give up the superhero bit.

Insidious Plot #4
Step 1: Kidnap Princess Toadstool.
Step 2: Set up N64 Championship in Las Vegas to take away precious Main Squeeze Nick.
Step 3: Make prize of Championship kiss from Princess Toadstool
Step 4: Take pictures
Step 5: Send the pictures to key superheros who will be at the superhero ball.
Step 6: Collect reward money in US Dollars from Big Man, the leader of the Crackheads

"What an insidious plan!" observed Action Grrl.

"I knew Big Man was somehow behind this," said Narcolepsy Man.

"What they didn't count on was the dedication of her sidekick!" expressed Action Grrl. "Let's go in there and kick some Bowser butt."

"For sure!" they all replied. And with that they busted in the room, ready for action.

Nick was bound to a chair, and Bowser was getting up and ready to face them. Acting quickly, Rin ran at him and was going to punch him, but was forced to abort that action as a fireball came straight for him out of Bowser's mouth.

"His weakness is you have to stomp on his head three times!" Nick yelled.

Armed with this information, they tried a different strategy. Narcolepsy Man closed his eyes, and cut loose a Sonic Snore(tm), knocking Bowser easily to his bum, giving Action Grrl, Rin, and Ed, the Bell-Boy of Pi a chance to stomp on his head three times in quick succession.

...

Later, the next day in the Action Headquarters Break Room, the superheros and the ALL the Backstreet Boys relay the story for the benefit of Super Fast Kel.

"Y'see, I didn't want to tell you, but Nintendo had hired me as a secret operative to go investigate the foney C64 convention. I really have no feelings at all for Princess Toadstool. I just had to play along so Bowser wouldn't know. I just got all, um, tied up [ed: hee hee], so that's why I didn't call," explained Nick. "By the way, nice Airwalks."

"Oh, you noticed Nick!" exclaimed Super Fast Kel, excitedly. "I understand now. You were just preoccupied before, so that's why you didn't notice. Well, if anything like that happens again, you know you can always count on your superhero friends."

"I'm glad I can," said Nick to Super Fast Kel, as they scootched closer to each other on the Super Fast Action Couch (this is a family show guys, keep your mind out of the gutter).

"Ok, well, I guess we ought to leave these crazy kids alone," said Narcolepsy Man.

"Too bad that Ed the Bell-boy of Pi didn't join up with you," said Rin.

"Yeah, but he has his own city to protect, as do I," replied Narcolepsy Man. "But if you ever need me again, I'm just a, uhh, wink of shut eye away. Just call me on the ZZZ-Phone."

"Will do!" replied Super Fast Kel.

And with that, Narcolepsy Man closed his eyes, and dissappeared, no doubt on his way back to the Sleepy Cave to combat crackheads in the Big D.

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Excitement abounded this episode, but what will happen next? We still don't know how Mysterious Death Chimp fits into all this, and will Narcolepsy Man ever get a side kick? and the Super-Villain behind it all, Big Man, will he ever go down? All these questions and more answered next time on Narcolepsy Man: Man of Pi, or maybe on The Continuing Adventures Of Super Fast Kel and Her Side Kick Action Grrl (aka Almost-as-Fast-as-Kel Michelle) Who Battle Evil and Do Lots of Other Cool Stuff... or any other myriad of other superhero pages on a diaryland entry near you!

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/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "If your altar has a spit cup, you might be a Redneck Pagan."

- Phillip Thompson

Night of a Million Zillion Ninjas

Dear Diary,

I know, I know. I'm working on the next issue while I'm writing this, but I just read Kelly's entry on Promising People Forever. And I had to comment.

I am at a point with relationships with people (the last couple) that the people realize that ... let me think how they put it ... "this isn't highschool anymore, I don't make promises I can't keep."

And it's not that we wouldn't be in a serious relationship. Or at least what I consider serious.

To promise forever requires a certain level of committment people just don't seem to understand. Maybe it's how I was brought up to understand what love really is, but love is not just an emotion, not only the warm fuzzy you get down in the bottom of your tummy, or your chest, or wherever yours is. It's also a committment.

When you deem that the opportunity cost of spending time in the long term set with this one individual is worth the lost personal and individual fun you might have on your own.

Too many people in the world are realists that way, though. They look at the divorce rate, they look at their own experience, and especially if they are cynical to begin with, they just say, this guy is feeding me a line, defense mechanism, activate!

The primary level of defense is "Oh, you don't really mean that." Number two is "We just met [fill in arbitrary amount of time here] ago." Maybe you are dealing with a particularly bitter or hurt person, who's defense mechanisms go so deep as to actually be psychological. And they'll start to feel threatened by the level of committment shared by you two. Then it's "I'm only [insert arbitrary age here] years old, I have so much of life ahead of me."

Now I really can't let any of my real life friends read this, or I'll be out of the man club forever.

/rizzn "working on the story" do'urden

Quote of the Entry: The Tick after beating up all the ninjas, brushing off ninja stars stuck all over him. "Heh heh. Those darn ninjas. They're wacky."

- the Tick, in Night of a Million Zillion Ninjas

(ooh that gives me an idea. hee hee)

People are Winners

Dear Diary,

Talking with Tenderpoison. About parents. And smoking. Oh and crazies, can't forget crazies.

Parents are cool, especially after you move out.

Smoking is bad. Don't start.

And crazies.

Crazies like the people upstairs. We can hear them talk thru the vent in the master bathroom and have determined that daddie is having an affair with one of mommies friends. 'It'll be ok, as long as she doesn't learn about it.' Comes in useful when they want to complain about us being too loud.

Like the crazy chick across the hall (yes the one that Phitt went out with) that still contends that 'crack isn't that bad, I smoked it for a whole summer, last year.'

Like the crazy dude in the building across the parking lot who was seen when we first moved in chasing a half dressed man out of his house, then threw a full metal water bucket at his car, and said 'I hope you enjoyed yourself.' He's the same guy who always asks me if I sell magazines. And I always tell him no.

Or like the crazy dude two halls over in the same building who hires an escort service every two weeks. She pulls up in a convertable, gets out wearing a super short business skirt outfit. Me and my Girl spotted her one day.

Or perhaps TenderPoison's alcolholic neighbors. The ones who fall in ditches off bicycles, but wanna 'just lay here for a while.'

Or the ones who glued her mailbox shut.

Or the neigbors who put a bomb on my house when I was in third grade. (a demolitions pipe bomb that takes out a football sized area)

Or our friend J. who just got arrested at Mardi Gras for selling fake vials of acid.

Hrmm. Is anyone normal?

Anyone? Anyone?

My Girl should be getting back from Mardi Gras about now, I think I'll give her a call. I'm sure she met a normal person there. Heh, right.

Quote of the entry: (from the chat logs)

TenderPoison: And you guys are normal, I'm sure hehe
Rizzn: oh yeah
Rizzn: we are just all kinds of normal.
Rizzn: heh

Operation Pooper Scooper

Dear Diary,

In case you are wondering why I'm procrastinating on this House of Neddin' story, it's because someone from my hometown has been viewing this page, and unfortunately, I'm not sure who it is. If it's who I think it is, then it probably doesn't matter, but it just makes me uneasy that someone from REAL LIFE (tm) is reading my diary. It's ok for you regulars to read it, although I feel like I have friend to friend relationships, but they are based upon what I feel like for REAL, and not what I project in my day to day lives.

Kind of twisted, isn't it?

The face of me here is what is really me, but the real me has a false face which isn't revealed in real life.

Say that five times fast.

But that part of my life is an intense and dark point of my life. And that really doesn't need to be public with people who didn't walk thru that part of life with me, and even then, there are many things that those people don't need to know about.

So basically stay tuned folks. If the suspicious hits go away, I'll continue the posts. If you read this, user from my hometown (and you know who you are), please respect my privacy. There's a reason I use an alias on the internet.

(although, like I mentioned when I started this thing, that everyone who knows me personally probably knows my alias - including my parents (doh) - I used to and occasionally still do get snail mail addressed to Rizzn Do'Urden. Even had magazine subscriptions to Rizzn).

(Yeah, surprising that Rizzn isn't my real name, I'm sure, but it isn't.)

(anyways, enough of these parenthetical paragraphs.)

One thing that I will continue however is the superhero stories. I think I still have enough daylight left today to do another one. I've gotta call my girl back, she left a message for me, but other than that I'm out for now, working on another masterpiece of the mind, erzumpthing.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: (from the Chat Logs)

Phitt1: We will start operation pooper scooper when I get home
Rizzn: err, ok.
Crackbaby: operation pooper scooper?
Phitt: Yes an operation to clean the apartment.

Mardi Gras Madness or zumpting

Dear Diary...

How's it going. Sorry I didn't get to write yesterday. I had to skip work. Well, I don't suppose i had to, but it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. I feel like Peter from Office Space

"No, I'm not quitting, I just don't think I'm going to go anymore."

Too bad I'm not salaried -- yet.

Because you really can't get fired from here. There's this dude named Vinh who's been consistantly late for the last 4 years he's worked here, and of course I've told you about the 9 year idiot who's now my boss. The guy's been here 9 years and knows less than a rock does about a computer.

On a cool note, I finally got to talk to Tenderpoison, which was cool. It baffles me that people actually like reading my diary, especially when you consider the reviews I got from people who weren't my friends already in my 'people' page.

But compliments like that make me so happy. Gleeful even.

Doesn't look like my Girls gonna be able to make it to Mardi Gras. She doesn't have enough money. I loaned her $25 bucks, even though I really don't have the money to give (after bailing my loser roomate out of jail), so maybe she could go, but she needs like $20 more bucks. I personally think she needs to stay around here and save the money. But she also needs to go and have fun so she isn't so depressed. Gosh she really needs a job.

Wow! she's going! (she just called me on the fone) Her roommate is going to loan her the money, what a generous gesture.

Well, there's supposed to be a big party at my house tonight, so if you wanna get all fubar'ed, my place is the place. Oh, and spend the night, bring a computer and you can have fun on the next day when we veg out on computers at our world famous LAN party.

Welp, I'm guessing I need to get some work done about now. So I'll be around updating some stuff later on. Czech jou l8r or zumpthing.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "Thaddeus thought to himself, "I could probably psychoanalyze the hell out of this." But instead, he just turned around and walked out of the bathroom."

- Thaddeus

Narcolepsy Man Is#1

Dear Diary,

How are you. I'm thinkin us creative writer types should probably start a comic label, we got enough superheros to support one.

Speakin of comics, I just bought a bunch of them and left them in my car. Darnit. I was going to use a bunch of cool one liners from the new Deadpool. Deadpool's m'boy, he's so cool.

But the roundup of the comics, or superhero stories, I should say that are out there are as follows:The Continuing Adventures of Super Fast Kel and her Side Kick Action Grrl aka Almost Fast as Kel Michelle:
Episode 1 - by Action Grrl
Episode 2 - by Kel
Episode 3 - by Kel
Darwin City's Rin:
Episode 1
Evil Cordelia
Episode 1
and of course ... Narcolepsy Man: The Man of Pi
Episode 1/2
Episode 1

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Narcolepsy Man: The Man of Pi
in
Prelude to Disaster
Featuring a crossover with just about all the dland superheros!

Rizzo, otherwise known in superhero circles only as Narcolepsy Man, was ambling down Commerce, in Downtown Dallas. He was mainly just enjoying his day off work, and was actually looking for this mysterious seamstress that Superman had recommended.

"Dum de dum," he murmured to himself.

And up walked to him a particularly crackheaded crackhead. Living in the big city these past few years, Rizzo had learned how to spot a crackhead, because when he first moved here, he only had enough money for an apartment in the Ghetto. But the way to spot a crackhead is the way they always say:

"Yo man, can I get a dollah?" queried the crackhead.

Another way, is the fact that they usually have little or now whites left in their eyes, and the eyes are all brown. But we digress.

Rizzo thought to himself, "Before, whenever I think of the plight of crack in this city, I always thought that the problem was never going to be solved, but now that I have superpowers, I can finally do something about it."

"But first I must get my costume," he said.

He handed the crackhead a business card he made on his computer that had Narcolepsy Man's name and logo on it, and pi on the back carried out to only the 500th digit. The crackhead looked at the card with bewilderment, but Rizzo ambled on.

After much determined searching, Rizzo finally did find the place he needed to be. It was a little hole in the wall shoppe, built into the side of a parking garage. "Superhero suits made while you wait."

The old seamstress lady looked very kindly at Rizzo as he walked in. She looked like a gramma type person, could pass for Peter Parker's Auntie. Rizzo explained his situation, that he was a new superhero and needed a really stunning superhero costume. He gave her the specifications that Superman had reccomended and she went into the back room and began working.

Rizzo looked around the lobby area of the shoppe while he waited, and a paper pinup caught his eye over in the corner, something pinned up on the bulletin board. It read: The First Annual Super Hero's Charity Ball!!!
Black tie affair. Get to know your superhero neighbors, and have fun. RSVP. Etc.

"Hrmm," Rizzo hrmms to himself, "I must attend this The First Annual Super Hero's Charity Ball!!! If I've learned anything from collecting comics and hanging out with Superman all my life, its that some action will take place at this gathering."

At about that time, out walked seamstress with his new uniform.

"Wow, that was quick!" exclaimed Rizzo.

"Of course, why do you think I do this. Every time Superman's costume gets ripped (which isn't very often, because I'm so good), he comes here all the way to Dallas, and doesn't have to wait long for new one. And the prices are reasonable."

"What a deal! I'll reccomend you to all my superhero friends. By the way, do you know where I can get a tux for that The First Annual Super Hero's Charity Ball!!!?" asked Rizzo.

"f course, if you check your bag, you'll see I included a complimentary one in there. Hope you like the design. What do you think took so long?" replied Ms. Seamstress.

"Wow. Cool deal. Well I'm out."

--

A superpower side-effect that Rizzo found out he had while practicing out in the woods by the lake at his house of his sleepyness was that when he went to sleep he could see people's dreams. He found out when he went to sleep and could see his pet mouse Stuart dreaming. He went to take a closer look, and found himself awake next to Stuart's cage.

So he figured when he needed to summon the power of Narcolepsy Man, all he had to do was find a park bench, or a bus bench or something instead of a phone booth like Superman.

--

So Rizzo did just that, went back to the park, fell asleep on the bench, and transported himself over to the apartment by way of his sleepy mouse Stuart. From there he slept (duh) until it was time to get ready to go the The First Annual Super Hero's Charity Ball!!! Dressed up in his tux with his superhero outfit on underneath just in case things got crazy, he fell asleep in search of a security guard that had perhaps dozed on the job at the ball.

Luckily, one such security gaurd existed (isn't their always?). Rizzo walked in, showing his copy of the invitation he got from the Seamstress, and made his way over to the punch bowl. Fellas, lemme tell you Rizzo is a sucker for punch. (get it? sucker punch? no? ah, just forget it, just a little superhero humor.)

For some reason, the punch was amazingly strong, and put Rizzo out immediately.

"Oh no, in this state of mind, I don't know if I can control my Sonic Snore(tm)!" worried Rizzo.

But fortunately he was woken up only moments later by the superhero known only as Super Fast Kel, who looked quite stunning in her Sassy Cocktail Dress.

Thanks to the quick thinking of Rizzo the night before, he was able to make an appearance at Neil Diamond's house, and get him a gig, right before the Girls from Cleopatra 2055, the Back Street Boys minus Nick (because as we all know he was at his Nintendo 64 Championship thingy) plus everyone's favorite sidekick Action Grrl. They were great. But Neil Diamond's Song Sung Blue could not have come at a more appropriate time. While the other superhero couples were dancing to the tune happily, Super-Fast Kel was running out with a not so happy look on her face.

Knowing that action was afoot (not philosphically, but literally. Philisophically, I would have thought action might be more like a fist in the motion of a punch to the stomach. Just me, tho), Rizzo switched to his superhero form, Narcolepsy Man!, and made his way over to the Super Fast Action Tank where most of the relevant superheros were hanging out and loading up, but he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. (du du daaahhhh)

So Narcolepsy Man ambled across the parking garage to where the Super Fast Action Tank, but halfway spun around to catch whoever was watching him. A dark cloud surrounded him and seemed to spin off his cape when he spun.

"Cool," thought Narcolepsy Man. "They put some cool gadgets on this outfit. Now I look all dark and mysterious."

An lo! what did before his wandering eyes appear, but a crackhead!

"I should have know you would be sent to foil the plans. Who do you work for?" demanded Narcolepsy Man in a quite demanding voice.

"Say, man, I can't tell ya, I mean uhh... Can I have a dollah?" played off the crackhead.

"Don't play coy with me, silly crackhead, I'm not here for your crackhead games. Who do you work for?" queried Narcolepsy Man, while giving the loser a menacing stare.

"Just a dollah man," he replied.

The crackhead was knocked to his feet by Narcolepsy Man's quick blast of Sonic Snore (tm). He stood over his huddled form, black mist surrounding him, and he opened his eyes and said one last time: "Who do you work for?"

"I work for the man. I work for Big Man. Please don't hurt me, suh!" squealed the crackhead.

"Big Man," thought Narcolepsy Man. "I know this villain. He shall soon know what it is like to face the Master of Pi."

"Give your boss this," replied Narcolepsy Man, as he tossed one of those cool business cards at him. "Tell him his days of crack dealing are over!"

Narcolepsy Man turned off the mist generator and walked the rest of the way over to the Super Fast Action Tank.

Action Grrl tossed him the keys and said "You're driving, I've got to work on a plan."

"I've got shotgun!" called out Joan Jett.

"Alright where to?" asked Narcolepsy Man.

"We gotta check out Super Fast Kel, and take care of this Nick situation. Action's afoot." responded Action Grrl.

"That's interesting, because I always pictured action as a swift punch to the stomach or something," chipped in the sharply dressed, and devilishly handsome Rin.

"That's what I always have sai..." started Narcolepsy Man.

"Shush!" exclaimed A.J. "There's a time to think, and a time for action; and heroes, this is no time to think. Floor it Narcolepsy Man!"

With that he did. But Narcolepsy Man's vision began to blur, and as they were nearing the place where Super Fast Kel could be spotted, he totally passed out, which was quite unusual for someone as in control of his sleep paterns as Narcolepsy Man (there's no one better!).

"Everyone, err, brashe for impact," slurred Narcolepsy Man, "because .... "

"Good thing Super Fast Kel had that Really Hard Armor installed on the Super Fast Action Tank. We'd all be in a world oh hurt," said Action Grrl.

Once woken up, Narcolepsy man noticed that The Mysterious Death Chimp seemed to console Super Fast Kel quite a bit. She was going to sit this adventure out, and the rest of the crew was going to go check out what was up with No Good Nick, as he was now dubbed.

"So it looks like we're off to Vegas, eh? At least I'm not headed to New York. The city that never sleeps would most definately be my bane, " said Narcolepsy Man.

"Yeah, I see how that could be quite the problem."

And with that they made their way over to the Super Fast Action Tank. And pointed it towards Sin City. For some action.

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Crazy love triangles ensue with your favorite Nintendo characters, plus lots and lots of action. Look for it soon in an upcoming episode of Narcolepsy Man: The Man of Pi (probably around 10am or so tomorrow, my shifts over and I gotta go home before I got done writing... sorry, busy day).

In other news, my electricity got cut off because Phitt forgot to pay the bill, i've gotta go turn it on. Seizures tomorrow.

Dead Air, brought to you by Lloyd James Funeral Home

Heya Diary,

How did you like my story yesterday? I wrote it on the spot, but it was highly inspired. ;-) alrighty then. mailme and tell me wot you think. er zumpthing.

Well, anyways. YEsterday in roundup. I slacked. yes, big shock I know, but what else is new.

I actually felt a little bad about all the slack I performed yesterday, which is starting to scare me. I mean, I'm Captain of Team Wank over here, undisputed Captain at that. It's what I'm known for.

I think it was fear of my job. I at least pretend to do my job on most days, and yesterday, I couldn't fake it. I mean, I had my computer dismantled all day, and there were about 3 or 4 people in my office during the course of the day at any given moment. (Hey, y'like how I make my job sound more important by calling my cube an office? Yeah, mee too).

I also stayed atmy girlfriend's house last night. She was still feeling a little anti-social, and her roommate wasn't helping things, but that's to be expected, her roommate can be a little thick at times.

She was talking to a friend of hers on the fone, and I know they were talking about me, because they were using code words. One of them was mashed potatoes. "Everything's fine, except the mashed potatoes."

I think I know what it means, too, but I don't want to think about it.

Ack, there's 8 people in the queue. Gotta go answer the fones. Suckage.

(I accidentally deleted my quotes text file, so I'm going to have to start a new one. So no quote of the entry till I do some more surfing. This really bites.)

/rizzn

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