Right, wrote a up a brief entry yesterday mentioning how there wouldn't be any entries yesterday, but managed to not post it. Thus confirming the contents.
Pity, since I'd wished Dru a Happy Birthday, and now have to be all CPT with it. . .
Might have an assignment starting next Monday, which isn't the worst birthday present I've ever gotten, but still. Also getting the results of the physical I had yesterday, and which I'm hoping is the reason I passed out yesterday afternoon. They took blood. Lots of precious, precious blood.
That, and I'm living on cigarettes, coffee and Red Bull. Gave up on the Mountain Dew. That shit'll kill you.
In fact, I think I shall call go back to calling it The White Man's Poison. Always a good way to cause the person drinking it to snort it out their nose, saying unto them, "Look at you, drinking The White Man's Poison! This is why we don't get nowhere as a people."
Helps if it's a person of color, but really works either way.
Current plans include a road trip out to Columbus for the rest of the week, with a swing through Indianapolis on the way back. All this could change, of course.
In the meantime, talk amongst yourselves.
I'll give you a topic.
In the Matrix films, some jobs in Zion/aboard ships require implants. Others, like being an Operator or controlling the way-cool fighting robots (any film with fighting robots is automatically good, I don't care what anyone says) do not; in fact, Mifune's line to The Kid indicates a level of tension between the two groups.