A change

Alcohol has the effect of making me spill the beans. It happened two weeks ago and it happened again on Friday. Note that I do not regret spilling the beans. I was glad to get the beans off my chest. And since the beans were already known by some, I don't suppose that it was a big deal.

I could ramble on now, I feel the need to ramble on because I think I sighted a shark, and nary a spear-gun on me.

I do not like sharks. Other people seem to enjoy the company of sharks, but I'd rather they stay far, far away.

Some things cannot be fixed once they are broken. I seem to have this knack of driving people away. I also have this knack of driving people on the wrong side of the road. (A weak sally gentle reader, but please bear with me)

(Remember RII? The first caravan has started out from City one to City four. A train, ten kilometers long and ten stories high.)

Time seems to speed up during the semester. I'm running out of it. Too many mistakes, too many blunders, too much alcohol.

Sheesh, that does sound pathetic.

I grow weary of this Rajneesh. He has therefore been discarded.

I think...No I'm sure, that the driver on the R bus was drunk today. And trust me, I can recognize a person when they are drunk. Spoke to Norfolk today. Those guys sure know how to have fun.

I’m still playing Doom3, the demo, cannot afford the retail version of the game. Yup, I do have an exciting life. I find that I do not like the game as much as I thought I would. The weapon handling does not seem very crisp, but I think that that is my computer beginning to show its age. The rig has served me loyally for a year and a half but age has caught up with it. Time to get a new machine, or maybe just upgrade this one.

Working out is painful. You do have to have a streak of masochism to do it for any extended period of time.

Kerry won the debate. I’m happy about that. Will it affect the outcome? I don’t know, since most of the people who watch the debates have already made up their minds one way or the other.

That was my feeble attempt to write about a topic other than me in this blog. Do not get me wrong. I find myself endlessly fascinating. It is out of concern for you, gentle reader, that I veer off the topic of Rajneesh and descend into the cruel world.

Weird I am. Agree I do. (That’s me doing my Yoda impression).

Late night TV is freaky, truly it is. Weird advertisements for weirder products. Lots of “Girls Gone Wild” advertisements. That’s always good. Lots of freaky infomercials for products that no one would ever buy. (That observation was a rip of a Seinfeld bit).

Back to Friday. We were ar café 210 and a halfway decent band was playing. The only song I remember though is that infernally infectious song by Lisa Loeb. I do suppose I should list out what I had. The drinks, in the order in which I had them were a Rum and Coke (always a reliable choice), a Vodka Manhattan(Yuk), one and a half Yuenglings (beer beer beer), a Mikes Hard Lemonade(yum) and finally a Rum shot(Was too far gone by then to comment about it).

As you might guess I was a tad tipsy. Just a wee bit. I do not remember much, but I do remember asking some blonde for her phone number and getting shot down. Ended up at Taco Bell, where I ended up repeating what I had done at Bangalore’s Pizza hut, when Aja had come down. Well we finally caught the bus home and in it I ran into a junior, a friend of my roommates’. She informed them Saturday morning that I was quite drunk.

We did have a long serious conversation after getting off the bus. And we did talk a bit about the beans. At least I think we did. Or we talked about maize and the chief agricultural products of Bavaria. I do not remember anymore.

The night ended. I managed to let myself into the apartment without falling flat on my face even once. A major achievement I assure you, gentle reader. I even chatted briefly with my mom, and sent off a message to Bangalore letting them know that I was sloshed.

I then slept.

The sleep of the innocent, the blameless and the drunk. The sleep of an innocent, blameless drunk.

I woke.

I had a hangover.