My asthma kicked back in recently. The meds I'm on for it now, the inhaler specifically, are like a kick of adrenaline in the downstairs bits. Seriously, my heart'll start pounding, and my hands'll start shaking, and it gets hard to concentrate.
It's an interesting experience, to say the least. What I find most curious about it is that when I get really sleepy, all those things happen. Well, not the heart pounding.
Okay, so maybe it's not so similar after all.
Thursday, October 20
Tuesday, October 4
39. (SomniaIn.)
Insomnia's a funny thing. I'm not talking about the long-term kind, I'm talking about the pop-up-and-punch-you-in-the-face kind.
Seriously. I was sleepy and tired and yawny pretty much until I got into bed. And now I'm wide awake, playing Kingdom of Loathing past midnight, despite the fact that I have to get up tomorrow. Oh well, I did decently on my midterm today so I've earned a little stay-up-and-go-insane time.
I really wish I was sleepy again, though.
...
You're fighting a Quiet Healer
You gain 6 Mysteriousness.
You gain 12 Roguishness.
You gain a Moxie point!
...
So yeah, I'm a little out of it now. That's KoL, by the way--one of the later adventures, in fact. One of my favorites.
Still not sleepy. I wish I was, really do, because I have to get up and go to class in the morning. Tomorrow is going to suck quite a bit.
Why am I even writing this in here? This is just random crap that pops out of my head. If you're looking for something relevant, don't bother reading any further in this entry. There's not going to be anything intelligent in it. Just my usual rambling bullshit.
Seriously.
Need to sleep.
This is getting ridiculous.
Seriously.
The thing is--as wide awake as I am, I'm totally tired at the same time. It's like two halves of my body are fighting each other for supremacy: the tired half, which has worked all day, and the awake half, which hasn't seen midnight out of bed in a while.
...I wonder if that's normal? Or am I just weird?
Blah blah blah. I'm seriously just spouting off random things that pop into my head now.
I want to buy and play We Love Katamari. Oh yeah.
I want a lot of things, though, and there are things that are more important than a videogame, no matter how insanely fun/funny/awesome said game is.
Hmm....
Still typing, aren't I? That means I'm not in bed.
Alright, got an image in my head. Hang on, kiddos, it's story time.
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The prince's concubine gave birth to a son today. The city was up and about in celebration. It's been too many months since something like this has happened, and the tension just seemed to... snap. In all the hubub not many people noticed the arrival of the Wanderer. He came in as he always does, materializing out of the desert, wearing those heavy, brown robes and black goggles. Average height, average build. The robes hide his skin-color, the goggles hide his eyes.
We don't really know anything about him. He comes in once a month and buys in bulk enough food to feed a family for a month, as well rolls and rolls of parchment. I wonder what he uses it for.
People tell stories about them--we're not sure how many are actually true. The only one I've actually confirmed--and it is my job, as the Royal Librarian--I saw with my own eyes. Three of the royal guards, fresh off of a drinking binge, tried to unmask the Wanderer. Before anyone could stop him, he broke the first guard's arm, slung his long rifle around and emptied a shell into the chest of the second, smashed in the head of the third with the butt, and buried a dagger in the neck of the first while he was clutching his freshly-broken arm.
He bought his things and vanished into the desert within the hour. The next month, when he returned, he was met by an armed contingent of guards, led by Magistrate Chin. We expected a fight. Instead, Chin simply fined the man and apologized on behalf of the late guards who attacked him. The tension between them that day could have smothered you.
They say he's untouchable. They say he's a ghost, a traveller from one of the long-dead nomadic tribes of the desert. They say he's a hero for standing up to the guards. They say he's a monster who hides his face to avoid scaring away women and children.
I say they're idiots. I say he's just a man who can't stand living around people. I say he's not alone out there.
But people like me say a lot of things.
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Still not ready for bed, though. I'm getting tired of sitting here, but there's not really anything else to do at the moment. Keep playing KoL, I guess. I'm going to stop writing now, though, so have a nice night.
Seriously. I was sleepy and tired and yawny pretty much until I got into bed. And now I'm wide awake, playing Kingdom of Loathing past midnight, despite the fact that I have to get up tomorrow. Oh well, I did decently on my midterm today so I've earned a little stay-up-and-go-insane time.
I really wish I was sleepy again, though.
...
You're fighting a Quiet Healer
This is a quiet girl who is probably the last survivor of some ancient race of extremely quiet, extremely Magical people. After being improbably rescued from either the government or some evil empire by the Protagonist, she quietly stands by his side, quietly casting healing spells on him. He's not here to protect her now, though...
You get the jump on her.
You work up a Thrust-Smack. You hit for 90 damage. BOOF! WHAM! BARF! WHAMMO! ZAP! SMACK! ZAP! WHAM! WHAM! BIFF!You win the fight!| You gain 105 Meat. |
| You acquire an item: soft green echo eyedrop antidote |
You gain 6 Mysteriousness.
You gain 12 Roguishness.
You gain a Moxie point!
...
So yeah, I'm a little out of it now. That's KoL, by the way--one of the later adventures, in fact. One of my favorites.
Still not sleepy. I wish I was, really do, because I have to get up and go to class in the morning. Tomorrow is going to suck quite a bit.
Why am I even writing this in here? This is just random crap that pops out of my head. If you're looking for something relevant, don't bother reading any further in this entry. There's not going to be anything intelligent in it. Just my usual rambling bullshit.
Seriously.
Need to sleep.
This is getting ridiculous.
Seriously.
The thing is--as wide awake as I am, I'm totally tired at the same time. It's like two halves of my body are fighting each other for supremacy: the tired half, which has worked all day, and the awake half, which hasn't seen midnight out of bed in a while.
...I wonder if that's normal? Or am I just weird?
Blah blah blah. I'm seriously just spouting off random things that pop into my head now.
I want to buy and play We Love Katamari. Oh yeah.
I want a lot of things, though, and there are things that are more important than a videogame, no matter how insanely fun/funny/awesome said game is.
Hmm....
Still typing, aren't I? That means I'm not in bed.
Alright, got an image in my head. Hang on, kiddos, it's story time.
______________________________________________
The prince's concubine gave birth to a son today. The city was up and about in celebration. It's been too many months since something like this has happened, and the tension just seemed to... snap. In all the hubub not many people noticed the arrival of the Wanderer. He came in as he always does, materializing out of the desert, wearing those heavy, brown robes and black goggles. Average height, average build. The robes hide his skin-color, the goggles hide his eyes.
We don't really know anything about him. He comes in once a month and buys in bulk enough food to feed a family for a month, as well rolls and rolls of parchment. I wonder what he uses it for.
People tell stories about them--we're not sure how many are actually true. The only one I've actually confirmed--and it is my job, as the Royal Librarian--I saw with my own eyes. Three of the royal guards, fresh off of a drinking binge, tried to unmask the Wanderer. Before anyone could stop him, he broke the first guard's arm, slung his long rifle around and emptied a shell into the chest of the second, smashed in the head of the third with the butt, and buried a dagger in the neck of the first while he was clutching his freshly-broken arm.
He bought his things and vanished into the desert within the hour. The next month, when he returned, he was met by an armed contingent of guards, led by Magistrate Chin. We expected a fight. Instead, Chin simply fined the man and apologized on behalf of the late guards who attacked him. The tension between them that day could have smothered you.
They say he's untouchable. They say he's a ghost, a traveller from one of the long-dead nomadic tribes of the desert. They say he's a hero for standing up to the guards. They say he's a monster who hides his face to avoid scaring away women and children.
I say they're idiots. I say he's just a man who can't stand living around people. I say he's not alone out there.
But people like me say a lot of things.
______________________________________________
Still not ready for bed, though. I'm getting tired of sitting here, but there's not really anything else to do at the moment. Keep playing KoL, I guess. I'm going to stop writing now, though, so have a nice night.
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