Too Tired To Take A Break

It's time to eat Polish, boys and girls!

Yeah, first I have to get a haircut and go see Doc A. and go shopping and get a lot of things done. So what do you think I do to get over this hump and get these things done up? I fall asleep. That's right. I fall asleep just as hard as if I was hit by a squadron of Tse Tse flies.

Out like a fucking light. Sitting upright in my chair like I used to do when I lived in Pennsylvania Station. Pow. I woke up feeling like warmed over shit, and now it is too late to go to Doc A or get my haircut before I go to meet DJ for dinner. So I surf and while doing so I come across and add for EVE ONLINE.

I've seen this shit a million times before. So much that I've grown tired of seeing it. Although it never looks the same twice. Today I'm in a venturesome mood so I click on it and I'm transported to a discussion of the EVE universe. A Massively Mulit-player On-line Game (MMOG). I've heard of them and I've even participated in some. Remember SECOND LIFE? But where Second Life was a getaway to meet new and interesting people, EVE Online is the same. You meet new and interesting people in space ...and then blast them to fucking loose particles.

I like the aggres- siveness of it. I get to mine for ore and minerals and if i don't feel like Ore-ing (sounds like Whoring) and mining I can just rob from someone else who does. It's not that easy. These games are pretty lawful inside the universal center where there are security police called CONCORD, what that means I don't know. But further out. The farther you venture, the more lawless it gets. But out there you stand to make a whole lot more money and run into many more players who have ganged up as friends. Or what that call, Corporations.

Well, enough of the explanation shit. To make a long story short, I downloaded the damn thing and watched it come in on high speed Internet, which further reminded me that I have to go and pay my cable bill. Another thing that I forgot to do when I overslept. Fuck it all. It's late. I left Eve downloading as I hit the way and headed way downtown to Astor Place to hook up with DJ. We meet up in front of Astor Place Starbucks and the first thing DJ asks is if I would like to head over to the Polish Diner. You bet. My most favorite restaurant in the world.

I ordered my favorite, the combination platter and sat and stuffed in my face with DJ, talking all kinds of bullshit and stuff. I gabbed and jabbed until it was time to call it a night. We headed back to the Way, said our goodbyes and I took my doggie bag with me, because that's what I like to do. Next time I'm going to get a plate to eat and a plate to go. My only complaint about being there is that every time I go there, I have to wait hours. IT feels like hours before service. It's enough to make me crazy. I loose my natural mind. DJ doesn't seem to mind it any but it makes me crawl the walls, it sends me up the fucking spout to sit there waiting as they walk around, stand behind the counter, and when I say, 'they' I'm talking about my waitress along with other waitresses, who seem to be doing a good fucking job. People are coming in, ordering, eating and leaving and I'm still sitting there waiting for my plate of food. Is it me?

But that's not anything. The food is still good and I highly recommend it. Then I head home, hit me up some bean and sit down in front of my computer. Suddenly everything is alright in the world. Well, ofcourse until Monday, where I am scheduled to go into WESCARE again and deal with Charliqua Lovebisquit, who no doubt thinks that I've forgotten about her. That's a laugh.

The SHOUT OUT, well, that's another story. OBSIDIAN had to have a talk with me after the show and well, I knew what it was going to be about already. I had already talked to him about NOT doing the SHOUT OUT after he leaves for South Carolina, and I was pretty adamant about it, yet there were just so many people coming to me asking if it was true. Word was getting out that OBSIDIAN was leaving for the winter and would the SHOUT OUT be canceled for that time? Shit, yeah. At first my heart was hardened to the idea. I was tired and really didn't want to be the only one dragging around a two man show. That wasn't the plan. But D2theL and T-Fuk offered to help, and well, maybe this can be done? I would have to trim my focus down a lot, not be so flighty in matters of the SHOUT OUT, take more of a commanding lead. This I can do. Stand in front of people week after week. Well for two hours a week, how could that hurt?

Right now, I'm tired, and such a thing looks like an uphill climb. I would like to be able to do it, but I need a break first. And that's what I intend to take, long before dealing with the rigors of the SHOUT OUT or this life. I need a break from it all.

Don't worry, I'm not talking suicide. That's the BIG break.

I just need some rest to recharge my batteries, and then come back refreshed and revitalized.

Hobobob