It struck me as somewhat amusing that I hadn't considered this angle before.
Urgh.
Never.
Never _again_.
Or so I kept telling myself. Not that it ever helped much.
Shrimp pizza at half-past midnight isn't the smartest idea I've ever had, that's for sure.
I stumbled briefly, upon getting out of bed, but proceeded to ignore pretty much everything in the early morning gloom and preambulate towards the bathroom.
Which is why, a little bit later, I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, and wondering something along the lines of:
'Who the hell put that wall there?'
That's about when I started noticing that things weren't quite the way I'd left them just last night/earlier this morning.
For one thing, my place doesn't have wooden walls. Or wooden wall panels. Not even faux walnut. For another, this was considerably larger than where I'd gone to sleep.
Thirdly, my face felt ... weird. I drew a hand across it, for reassurance's sake, and promptly forgot everything else as I spent the next fifteen minutes patting myself down.
Well, that answers that ... I was in the middle of one of my 'beard' times, and since I'd have remembered shaving it off recently, suddenly feeling smooth skin there was disconcerting.
Then there were the books ... that was about the final clue I needed, because my brain suddenly sparked and realized where this was going. Even if the rest of me took a longer while to shake of the disbelief.
I needed a mirror.
Fortunately, there was one right there, sitting on top of the desk.
I picked it up, and briefly considered not looking.
Then said, to hell with it, and took the plunge.
You know how some people say they wish they'd stayed in bed on one day or another, because they'd just known it was going to suck, big time, and not in the happy fun way?
I experienced a moment very much like that when I saw Matou Shinji looking back at me.
Well, what the hell do you say to something like that?
Rays of the sun filtered through the blinds on the window.
"Good morning, Vietnam, and fuck you too."
Yeah, that felt strangely appropriate at the moment.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Urgh.
Never.
Never _again_.
Or so I kept telling myself. Not that it ever helped much.
Shrimp pizza at half-past midnight isn't the smartest idea I've ever had, that's for sure.
I stumbled briefly, upon getting out of bed, but proceeded to ignore pretty much everything in the early morning gloom and preambulate towards the bathroom.
Which is why, a little bit later, I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, and wondering something along the lines of:
'Who the hell put that wall there?'
That's about when I started noticing that things weren't quite the way I'd left them just last night/earlier this morning.
For one thing, my place doesn't have wooden walls. Or wooden wall panels. Not even faux walnut. For another, this was considerably larger than where I'd gone to sleep.
Thirdly, my face felt ... weird. I drew a hand across it, for reassurance's sake, and promptly forgot everything else as I spent the next fifteen minutes patting myself down.
Well, that answers that ... I was in the middle of one of my 'beard' times, and since I'd have remembered shaving it off recently, suddenly feeling smooth skin there was disconcerting.
Then there were the books ... that was about the final clue I needed, because my brain suddenly sparked and realized where this was going. Even if the rest of me took a longer while to shake of the disbelief.
I needed a mirror.
Fortunately, there was one right there, sitting on top of the desk.
I picked it up, and briefly considered not looking.
Then said, to hell with it, and took the plunge.
You know how some people say they wish they'd stayed in bed on one day or another, because they'd just known it was going to suck, big time, and not in the happy fun way?
I experienced a moment very much like that when I saw Matou Shinji looking back at me.
Well, what the hell do you say to something like that?
Rays of the sun filtered through the blinds on the window.
"Good morning, Vietnam, and fuck you too."
Yeah, that felt strangely appropriate at the moment.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm