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 donât 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 Iâd better watch some Conan
on the TiVo and call it a night. Oh, wait. Dammit.
9:02, March 28, 2009
Kamchatka. Irkutsk. Itâs all bullshit. I told them I didnât want to play. Whatâs the point? All these a*****e countries living in darkness, without electricity, without radio, withoutâ¦ Internet. Oh God, the Internet. If I had the Internet right now, Iâd be surfing it so hard Google would be like âwhoa, what? Slow down there, partner.â
At least I won. Adam says it wasnât valid, but Iâm pretty sure kicking your opponent in the stomach is allowed. I mean, you are taking over the world, not baking a cake. Which we CANâT 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 âJesus, Michael, why did you do that?! Oh my God, whatâsâam I bleeding? Oh, my God, WHY?!â 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 thatâs about.