Monday, October 16, 2006
My Thoughts During Fun-Day '06...
"Man, we've won our first three games, this flip-cup tournament is as good as ours. Probably should have eaten today, or yesterday for that matter. The cheeseburger I ate two days ago probably wasn't enough for the past three days. No matter, keep your eyes on the prize, Bo, eyes on the prize. Phew, I do feel a little light headed suddenly, surely this Dorito will quench my hunger..."
(Fade to black)
(Fade in)
"What the hell is everyone doing standing over me? Fuck, my head hurts. Why is it so dark out? Wasn't it just daylight? Fuck, my head hurts. Hard to see through all the cobwebs in my head, oh, wait...there's the sunlight. Jesus, sensory overload, back up guys and slow down the barade of questions. Well this isn't embarrassing at all. FUCK MY HEAD HURTS. I think I might be a little concussed. Yeah guys, I'm fine...if they get me to a bed I'll owe them my life...."
"Finally, a bed. My head is swimm....oh god, going to be sick."
"Well that sucked, glad I made it to the bathroom. Now what was that we learned in nursing school about not sleeping for too long if there's suspicion of a concussion? I can't think right now, I'll figure it out when I wake up."
(Fade to black)
(Fade in)
"Is that fucking "Country Roads?" Jesus, it's the damn techno version, they must be having their dance party, which means it must be around 3AM. How nice that my head is musically talented enough to throb to the beat. Well at least it will be over soon...fuck, no, don't restart it...DAMMIT! Surely this can't last long."
(30 minutes later)
"...to the place, I belong. West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home country roads...then kill me."
(Fade to black)
(Fade in)
"Fuck my head hurts. Ugh, 9AM. Well I made it through the night. Why is it everytime I drink over here something awful happens? I owe those guys big. Damn I'm hungry. This makes it three days without food in my system...what was it we learned in nursing school about food sustaining life? McDonalds breakfast sounds wonderful. Well, I guess it finally happened, my body finally shut down on me. I should probably take this as a wake-up call. Maybe I should start taking better care of myself. Damn I must have smacked my head hard, still got some cobwebs. So let's piece it together...faint, smack head, get sick, sleep for like 15 or 16 hours...yeah sounds like I'm concussed. Fuck my head hurts."
Sorry to everyone I scared on Saturday, it was my own dumb fault, and thank you for taking care of me since apparently I'm not adult enough to take care of myself.
Much love,
Bo
(Fade to black)
(Fade in)
"What the hell is everyone doing standing over me? Fuck, my head hurts. Why is it so dark out? Wasn't it just daylight? Fuck, my head hurts. Hard to see through all the cobwebs in my head, oh, wait...there's the sunlight. Jesus, sensory overload, back up guys and slow down the barade of questions. Well this isn't embarrassing at all. FUCK MY HEAD HURTS. I think I might be a little concussed. Yeah guys, I'm fine...if they get me to a bed I'll owe them my life...."
"Finally, a bed. My head is swimm....oh god, going to be sick."
"Well that sucked, glad I made it to the bathroom. Now what was that we learned in nursing school about not sleeping for too long if there's suspicion of a concussion? I can't think right now, I'll figure it out when I wake up."
(Fade to black)
(Fade in)
"Is that fucking "Country Roads?" Jesus, it's the damn techno version, they must be having their dance party, which means it must be around 3AM. How nice that my head is musically talented enough to throb to the beat. Well at least it will be over soon...fuck, no, don't restart it...DAMMIT! Surely this can't last long."
(30 minutes later)
"...to the place, I belong. West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home country roads...then kill me."
(Fade to black)
(Fade in)
"Fuck my head hurts. Ugh, 9AM. Well I made it through the night. Why is it everytime I drink over here something awful happens? I owe those guys big. Damn I'm hungry. This makes it three days without food in my system...what was it we learned in nursing school about food sustaining life? McDonalds breakfast sounds wonderful. Well, I guess it finally happened, my body finally shut down on me. I should probably take this as a wake-up call. Maybe I should start taking better care of myself. Damn I must have smacked my head hard, still got some cobwebs. So let's piece it together...faint, smack head, get sick, sleep for like 15 or 16 hours...yeah sounds like I'm concussed. Fuck my head hurts."
Sorry to everyone I scared on Saturday, it was my own dumb fault, and thank you for taking care of me since apparently I'm not adult enough to take care of myself.
Much love,
Bo
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Don't blame your lack of food - I think you were rufee'd by someone on an opposing flip cup team. They were jealous of our dominance and decided to take you out. You're like Nancy Kerrigan.
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