Thursday, October 07, 2004
A romantic evening at the morgue
I think I missed a daily update this week. Shoot me. I'm ultra tired since I really don't drink any caffeine outside of work, and since quitting smoking, I don't get enough sleep.
Speaking of not getting enough sleep, I nearly fell asleep behind the wheel. I dozed off for like 2 seconds. When I saw traffic was slowing, I slammed on my brakes. I didn't hit anyone. Or come close. But man have I got to start going to bed by 9. Lame.
So let me make this quick. I went to the county coroner's office with Erin -- one of her classes is taught by someone who works there, and he was giving a tour. I think it was the Chief Deputy Coroner. The place was kinda cramped, and reeked of several odd smells. Death. Garbage. Formaldahyde. We saw bodies in various stages of decomposition. And when we left, our clothes smelled like the place, so we had to shower immediately.
Normally a hot chick, a warm shower, and me, and you're basically just short a bassline before it becomes something out of vivid video, but not this time. We reeked of death and chemicals. That will take away the urges like nothing else. Dr. Kellog -- the Dr. Kellog behind Kellog's foods, used to have institutions where'd they lock up frequent "self-abusers". He should've just given them a weekly tour of a coroner's office. Its interesting, intellectually stimulating. But normal people won't be in the mood for at least the remainder of the night. I'd be worried about myself if I was.
So besides reckless driving, and seeing decomposing junkies and elderly pre and post autopsy, I also got back on a coding project at work. So I'm psyched. I have a deadline again. I'm doing something besides paperwork. Finally. < switches to Dr. Evil Voice > They Threw me a frickin' bone here. < / switch >
Oh, and Lucky me. I found nearly $50 in the stairwell of Erin's apartment, so I have cash. And I'm getting paid tomorrow. A lot. So Friday afternoon I'll be off to deliver it to the local bartender's. Safest place to deposit your money. In times of economic trouble -- they'll outlast the banks. Its just convincing them to let you withdraw money that's the tricky part. Haven't quite figured that one out.
Hope to see my 21+ buddies there to booze it up with me. My friends are always welcome to crash at my place in south side.
Ciao!
Speaking of not getting enough sleep, I nearly fell asleep behind the wheel. I dozed off for like 2 seconds. When I saw traffic was slowing, I slammed on my brakes. I didn't hit anyone. Or come close. But man have I got to start going to bed by 9. Lame.
So let me make this quick. I went to the county coroner's office with Erin -- one of her classes is taught by someone who works there, and he was giving a tour. I think it was the Chief Deputy Coroner. The place was kinda cramped, and reeked of several odd smells. Death. Garbage. Formaldahyde. We saw bodies in various stages of decomposition. And when we left, our clothes smelled like the place, so we had to shower immediately.
Normally a hot chick, a warm shower, and me, and you're basically just short a bassline before it becomes something out of vivid video, but not this time. We reeked of death and chemicals. That will take away the urges like nothing else. Dr. Kellog -- the Dr. Kellog behind Kellog's foods, used to have institutions where'd they lock up frequent "self-abusers". He should've just given them a weekly tour of a coroner's office. Its interesting, intellectually stimulating. But normal people won't be in the mood for at least the remainder of the night. I'd be worried about myself if I was.
So besides reckless driving, and seeing decomposing junkies and elderly pre and post autopsy, I also got back on a coding project at work. So I'm psyched. I have a deadline again. I'm doing something besides paperwork. Finally. < switches to Dr. Evil Voice > They Threw me a frickin' bone here. < / switch >
Oh, and Lucky me. I found nearly $50 in the stairwell of Erin's apartment, so I have cash. And I'm getting paid tomorrow. A lot. So Friday afternoon I'll be off to deliver it to the local bartender's. Safest place to deposit your money. In times of economic trouble -- they'll outlast the banks. Its just convincing them to let you withdraw money that's the tricky part. Haven't quite figured that one out.
Hope to see my 21+ buddies there to booze it up with me. My friends are always welcome to crash at my place in south side.
Ciao!
