Quote:No, it's just that it's my turn and the interruption of my meds has taken my mental processes from 'flakey' to 'gaseous', so I'm slamming my head against the Writer's Bane for about a minute or two before giving up and fucking off for an hour or three until the time comes to repeat the cycle.
Two days with no new post. I hope this thread isn't dead...
Hell with it.
You know, I never got drunk in my original life? It just never seemed like an experience that might ever be worth suffering through the taste of the neccessary amount of alcohol, let alone getting hungover afterwards.
I was right.
And, actually, the fact that I came back to the land of the living after that first time to the sound of screaming people, tearing steel, and way too fucking many sirens has nothing to do with that judgement. Anything that can put that flavor inside your mouth has no place on any sane human's schedule of events.
The Academy grounds, and hence my dorm, were just at the very outskirts of Fuuka, which put empty forest on one side, mostly empty forest with an old shrine in it on another, and ocean on the last, which lack of potential collateral damage would prove fortunate, to say the least.
Actually, the first thing I saw when I poked my head out the window to see what all the racket was about was what looked like an F-16 flashing silently across campus literally under the level of my top-floor room. A moment later, I realized two things pretty much simultaneously - first, sonic booms are bad for hangovers, and second, since I was in Japan, that would make the plane a Mitsubishi F-2.
Yes, yes, I'm a geek.
The explosion from the missile it had launched was almost lost in the roar of its wake, but the bright flare of yellow light was more noticable even with the sun up.
Ja, -n
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