Day before yesterday... (my constantly referring to events of days past instead of events of the day is a good indicator that I am running behind)... the assignment was due at midnight. I was 75% done when the power went out at 4:30. Since this is not an unusual occurrence (careless drivers and power poles), I decided to go for a surf...
As there was good surf and no power, everyone and all their dogs were out. Cox was super crowded with locals. No one likes to surf in a crowd... but for me, there is the added discomfort of being surrounded by people whom I cannot recognise but who know me by name. It makes me wonder if I'm suffering from visual agnosia... which, as I've mentioned earlier, is a symptom of Klüver-Bucy Syndrome... frightening!
When I got out of the surf, there was still no power. I made a few calls, and found out that there was no power from Tofino to Campbell River-- apparently an entire substation failed somewhere near Comox-- and that the estimated time of resolution was 10:30PM. It was too close... so I got ready to drive to Nanaimo to finish and send off the assignment...
On my way out of town on the 2.5hr drive in search of electricity, I noticed that one of the hotels has full generator power... so I went there and plugged in... and Iwas going to mess around with downloading a file onto the blackberry via USB cable so that I could send it off... as it turns out they even had a working unsecured wireless connection! I hung out at the lobby and did my work while trying to ignore this 20 year old kid who kept trying to engage me in conversation, and-- this is actually a little amusing-- offered to help me with my writing assignment. After hours of this torture, I went to go get dinner. DCMS had invited me to join him at Way Worse earlier, so I called him-- it was 10:55, the kitchen closes at 11, and I was 7 minutes away... so I got him to order me a tuna burger and went and ate and watched DCMS play pool.
Now that I've had some time to think about it, I realized that small town life has managed to wear me down: two years ago, I responded with an appropriate measure of horror to an invitation from a dude to "watch [him] play floor hockey"... and now, the lameness of watching DCMS play pool didn't even cause the slightest of alarm... but perhaps I was just there for the tuna burger.
As part of his psychological warfare is sleep deprivation, I didn't get to bed till after 4AM. After two hours of sleep, I got up and made breakfast, went to work, and then immediately went for a surf. I was tired, but one is never too tired for glassy chest high peeling waves at Cox. I had a pretty good session... and as I was packing up my board to go home, DCMS walked into the parking lot... he must have gotten in and out after I did. He said hi, I said hi, and then I got the hell out of there... quickly. And that is how attachment disordered I am... for a few days, I thought it might be different... I thought I might be different. But people don't change, do they?
I went for dinner with a friend, and then later fell asleep over ten times while composing an e-mail... it wasn't even a long one... I was just that tired. I didn't even manage to get started on the second e-mail... or make that phone call.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I'm sorry, I just fell asleep while writing this... I'm going to get some dinner and go for a surf... that's the one place where one does not fall asleep.... and especially not tonight... 2.5m on 14 seconds.
Now that I've had some time to think about it, I realized that small town life has managed to wear me down: two years ago, I responded with an appropriate measure of horror to an invitation from a dude to "watch [him] play floor hockey"... and now, the lameness of watching DCMS play pool didn't even cause the slightest of alarm... but perhaps I was just there for the tuna burger.
As part of his psychological warfare is sleep deprivation, I didn't get to bed till after 4AM. After two hours of sleep, I got up and made breakfast, went to work, and then immediately went for a surf. I was tired, but one is never too tired for glassy chest high peeling waves at Cox. I had a pretty good session... and as I was packing up my board to go home, DCMS walked into the parking lot... he must have gotten in and out after I did. He said hi, I said hi, and then I got the hell out of there... quickly. And that is how attachment disordered I am... for a few days, I thought it might be different... I thought I might be different. But people don't change, do they?
I went for dinner with a friend, and then later fell asleep over ten times while composing an e-mail... it wasn't even a long one... I was just that tired. I didn't even manage to get started on the second e-mail... or make that phone call.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I'm sorry, I just fell asleep while writing this... I'm going to get some dinner and go for a surf... that's the one place where one does not fall asleep.... and especially not tonight... 2.5m on 14 seconds.
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