Yesterday:
In the last two days, I’ve written some pretty good stuff. Sure, it’s gaming related, about a character that exists in a White Wolf universe, but it felt really good to get it out. If you’re interested, you can see my Toreador character John wrestle to keep his humanity here:

It’s felt really good to write again. Like missing a favorite food for so long that you forgot that you missed it, until you had it again. I know that it hasn’t been that long since I’ve written, but it feels like it’s been that long since I’ve written.

I’m going to be hanging out with some seriously good people tonight. Lots of alcohol will be involved. After much food, which is probably a good idea for everyone involved. Did I mention I’m not paying for any of it? No? How about that work is picking up the tab? Morale boost, away!

I want to put down some words about and ‘s wedding, but I haven’t gotten them out yet. Fear not, when I do, they’ll be here. :)

Today:

I think that I am sick. About an hour before we were supposed to meet up for the LiquidWeb bar crawl, I felt all strange and was entertaining the idea of not going. Very strongly entertaining, though I hadn’t decided. convinced me to go, as did a call from . I had only eaten once, so when I got to Old Chicago, I was starving. We were early, so I ended up drinking a Smirnoff Ice pretty quickly while waiting for the others to arrive. When it came time to eat, I had a few appetizers, and only one piece of pizza. My stomach felt off. Kind of the same strange that I had felt earlier in the day.

I shrugged it off to drinking the Smirnoff Ice so quickly and not having eaten much before that, and went along with everyone else. The pub crawl was a great time. I really liked hanging with everyone, and it was a great time. I drank quite a bit, and was drunk when we left the exchange. It did feel like everyone else was more drunk, and that was odd to me, because I have nearly zero alcohol tolerance. We had gone from Old Chicago to the Exchange, and then off to Harper’s in East Lansing. There was literally no room to move in there. It sucked ass, and our boss had really pulled some strings to get us past the line and into the club. A group of five or six of us left there and headed toward the Peanut Barrel. Oh, yes, it was pouring rain by this point.

The walk was fun, and the rain was bordering on cold, which was exactly what I needed after being in the hot and crowded Harper’s. By the time we got to the Peanut Barrel, we were soaked to the bone. And…. it was full. Yay for East Lansing bars on a Friday night. We waited for a while, and by this time it was 12:30. and I decided to bail on the crawl at that point so that I would at least be human at work today. Oh, yes. My shift was supposed to start at 8 AM. We waited outside for fifteen minutes for to pick us up. We’d left our car up at Old Chicago, and taken the Hummer Limo with everyone else out to the bars.

The rain had stopped, but there was a strong wind at this point. A very chilly wind. I had been completely sober since the walk in the cold rain, and Benny was frozen. We got back to our car, and I drove us home. I got into bed, and couldn’t get warm. Me, the human space heater. I felt okay, but Benny kept saying how my skin felt cold and waxy.

We got to sleep, and I ended up waking up several times during the night needing to visit the bathroom, or take a Tums for acid issues. I tried to get up to go to work, and had a massive internal guilt argument about it, but I just couldn’t do it. I called in sick, and Sam stayed late to help Severin out.

I owe Sam a few beers, that’s for certain.

I slept past noon. I still feel cold. My stomach still feels strange, and I’m still making runs to the bathroom. The time in between has spread, so I have hope. I’m going to try to make it to tonight.

Wish me luck. :)