the stuff of nightmares
i figure the reason why my illness [the seven-day 'flu] is dragging on is because i haven't had a decent hour's rest in three days, which is contrary to the fact that most of my day is spent on my back. it seems that when i close my eyes my brain autoloads some freaky shit dream sequence which isn't actually a dream since i'm fully aware of real time events. kind of like a
bangungot, now that i think about it. take for instance:
i. friday night
an extra 12
starcraft: broodwar zerg missions in which king arthas and the lich king demote kerrigan to queen bitch of the char dungeons. the only respite was a short fmv featuring me bumping into dan poblete at our high school reunion and asking whether he and rachelle reventar were still an item.
ii. saturday night
grayback's journey from
battle realms: winter of the wolf, which in hindsight i doubt resembles the real missions in any way.
iii. the whole of sunday
diablo ii marathon. 'nuf sed.
iv. monday afternoon
this one isn't a game. i somehow gained the ability to go forward in time exactly two days and return at will. paco, who was in the sequence for reasons unknown, and i used this power to pick up freshmen and ace anmath2 quizzes.
in other news 'rook' would make a good supporting character name in an rpg and toni braxton's
unbreak my heart is ross' song for the day.
sige ingat.ΓΌ