Anechoic

made me go to Bickford's at midnight. I had to eat steak & eggs with home fries and toast. Our conversation went as usual:

"I have no money."
"Neither do I."
"My love life is terrible."
"Mine is currently not."
"I am freaking out about Real Estate."
"I wish I had your problem."
"I will escape my current job thusly."
"This is how I will accomplish the same goal."

(time passes)

"And now I will make a small joke."
"I will amplify this joke."
"I will make this joke even funnier now."
[...]

(and so on, until we're laughing our asses off for no good reason)

Tonight, we were considering running for office under the slogan "RAAaAAaaaAAARRrRRRrrr!!!!"

argh

I'm still totally broken. I can think better today (I bet that's the steak working), but I'm still not all there. My Qi is entirely fucked up.