I was dreamin when I wrote this,
forgive me if it goes astray.... Prince
I stayed out late last night, gaming. Went to bed at 3am with a shot of Nyquil because I'm STILL coughing from when I was sick 3 weeks ago.
Folks, I work at a newspaper, in the delivery/customer service department.
The presses broke down. Sunday papers are still pretty big around here, and the presses were down for HOURS. Papers were late getting out to carriers, and so delivery was going to be late. I got a call at 6 am, asking me to come into work to help with the phone calls. I was one of 8 folks there, taking calls as fast as we could
I had the beginnings of something in my head last night when I went to bed.
Between Nyquil, lack of sleep, personally taking 100-200 phone calls over a 3 hour period, and dispatching messengers out to assist/relieve carriers, I don't remember what the idea was.
Well, I sort of do, but it doesn't make sense. Dethtron's repeated attempts to get me drugged up or otherwise mentally incapacitated may have finally worked... but I'm not sure I want to share what's in my head.
I don't think I can come up with anything FUNNY about vampires, waves and bombs all together... Maybe if it was boobs, I could.
I told you it didn't make sense...
I hope I can come back later after some rest with something real.