8:41, March 28, 2009
The weirdest thing just happened! On my way down to the wig cellar (I needed something
to calm my nerves), I passed by my computer, and instinctively sat down to check my email. Apparently the blank screen stunned me, because I don’t really remember anything until Lara found me there and asked what the problem was. And the weird thing is, all I could think to do was whirl on her and start hissing and hissing.
Maybe I’d better watch some Conan
on the TiVo and call it a night. Oh, wait. Dammit.
9:02, March 28, 2009
Kamchatka. Irkutsk. It’s all bullshit. I told them I didn’t want to play. What’s the point? All these asshole countries living in darkness, without electricity, without radio, without… Internet. Oh God, the Internet. If I had the Internet right now, I’d be surfing it so hard Google would be like “whoa, what? Slow down there, partner.”
At least I won. Adam says it wasn’t valid, but I’m pretty sure kicking your opponent in the stomach is allowed. I mean, you are taking over the world, not baking a cake. Which we CAN’T EVEN DO BECAUSE OF THIS NIGHTMARE CALLED EARTH HOUR.
18 Minutes of Hell Remaining, March 28, 2009
Tried to restore power to the main breaker, but the unbelievers stopped me. Smashed one over the head with a nice, brassy little bottle of pinot. Not sure which. All look the same now. Sounded like Lara. Said “Jesus, Michael, why did you do that?! Oh my God, what’s—am I bleeding? Oh, my God, WHY?!” Sounds like something she would say.
Shakes have started again, and the visions. Swirling, roiling beings of pure energy, dancing and writhing in ecstasy as if to taunt me. Also a dinosaur sometimes. Not sure what that’s about.