EDIT: Coach's daughter spend half the night spending me weird, creepy love songs. Like really creepy and weird. Some song talking about if I fall asleep around her, she's gonna put a spell on me. Best case scenario, I wake up to a blowie. Worst case scenario, she pours acid on me or some sh*t while screaming "IF I CAN'T LOVE YOU NO ONE WILL," while that damn emo crawling in my skin song plays in the background.
So, I ran B for the first time last night.
I had a REALLY hard time falling asleep. Every time I did, I'd woke up coughing. I finally left my room and went and sat down in a recliner in the living room. Something about moving locations made me PASS THE HELL OUT.
Then...
Had the ODDEST dream ever, which lets me know that I am NOT finished clearing yet. Basically, I was forced to go to an SJW training camp, full of pink haired chicks that hated men. My "bunkmate" wouldn't even look at me. She was a... rotund individual with her hair dyed blue. In the dream, I was constantly resisting the urge to placate these hateful individuals. Like, some part of me wanted to please them and go full on white knight, but I kept fighting the feeling. Ended up being silent. That's when I learned what we were training for:
CONTRA. That's right. The video game. And it was the original one on NES too. I don't know how the hell that fits into the larger scheme of things or why we were developing l33t Contra skills, but that's what we were doing.
Like someone else mentioned, I woke up just as the loops ended. I mean, immediately. I caught the last 5 seconds of the trickling stream sound, then done. Passed out again.
So, how do I feel this morning...? It's hard to explain. I feel... some kind of inner resilience and aggression -- but it's not backed by anger. More "zen" than anything. I don't feel like f*cking anybody up or hitting any walls. Just... very "on point and focused." Like, "f*ck you world come at me."
Woke up with a slight headache, but I took a shitload of aspirin to stop it before gets worse, cuz I ain't dealing with that shit again.
Gonna see how this affects my writing. I'm shutting down business operations for the next 10-11 days to finish my Master's thesis (God, I can't wait to rid myself of this shit). Hopefully, I'll be bold and decisive about what I'll include.
Anyway, gonna keep running "B" until New Years. I'm doing Uber that night (easy $500 - $600 for 8 hours work -- I'm totes in chasing paper mode) and I'd love to end my night balls deep inside a pretty lil Latina. Or shit, maybe even a blonde. Haven't had one of those in awhile. I've been on my colored girls kick for the last six months. Time to switch it up a bit.
So, I ran B for the first time last night.
I had a REALLY hard time falling asleep. Every time I did, I'd woke up coughing. I finally left my room and went and sat down in a recliner in the living room. Something about moving locations made me PASS THE HELL OUT.
Then...
Had the ODDEST dream ever, which lets me know that I am NOT finished clearing yet. Basically, I was forced to go to an SJW training camp, full of pink haired chicks that hated men. My "bunkmate" wouldn't even look at me. She was a... rotund individual with her hair dyed blue. In the dream, I was constantly resisting the urge to placate these hateful individuals. Like, some part of me wanted to please them and go full on white knight, but I kept fighting the feeling. Ended up being silent. That's when I learned what we were training for:
CONTRA. That's right. The video game. And it was the original one on NES too. I don't know how the hell that fits into the larger scheme of things or why we were developing l33t Contra skills, but that's what we were doing.
Like someone else mentioned, I woke up just as the loops ended. I mean, immediately. I caught the last 5 seconds of the trickling stream sound, then done. Passed out again.
So, how do I feel this morning...? It's hard to explain. I feel... some kind of inner resilience and aggression -- but it's not backed by anger. More "zen" than anything. I don't feel like f*cking anybody up or hitting any walls. Just... very "on point and focused." Like, "f*ck you world come at me."
Woke up with a slight headache, but I took a shitload of aspirin to stop it before gets worse, cuz I ain't dealing with that shit again.
Gonna see how this affects my writing. I'm shutting down business operations for the next 10-11 days to finish my Master's thesis (God, I can't wait to rid myself of this shit). Hopefully, I'll be bold and decisive about what I'll include.
Anyway, gonna keep running "B" until New Years. I'm doing Uber that night (easy $500 - $600 for 8 hours work -- I'm totes in chasing paper mode) and I'd love to end my night balls deep inside a pretty lil Latina. Or shit, maybe even a blonde. Haven't had one of those in awhile. I've been on my colored girls kick for the last six months. Time to switch it up a bit.
