"Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness."
Robertson Davies.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

rain, podiobooks,and blood.

Lately there has been some weather happening, rainy nights...sunny days...rainy days...you get the idea.
So today after having an awesome dinner with a couple friends o mine, I went with one of these afore mentioned friends to epoch...fun and laughs were had.

: My friend had to run off to do this thing called sleep.
I have heard of this sleep thing, but would not spend any time with it this evening.

I decided to indulge in some things I had downloaded to the ipod, things called "podiobooks".
Podiobooks are, from what I can tell, original works read by the authors and broken up into chapters that are released on a schedule.
I am currently subscribed to "how to disappear completely" and "How to Succeed in Evil" I am really digging the latter more right now.

So anyway there I was watching the rain, sipping cold coffee, doodling in my notebook when my phone rings: Its Sarah shes "out drinking..." and "hanging out with folks from work" she tells me shes "Just gonna sober up and then come get me."
"Sure, sure" I say cautiously"...just be careful."
Then I hop back into the podiobook.

2:30 A.M.
Phone rings again its Sarah...I can hardly understand her more than usual on her muffled phone...
Some thing about her friends house, a dog, the E.R.
"woah, wait...what?!"
"I ran to a friends house to get something and his dog bit me in the face...but I'm fine...its not that bad."

Not that bad.
So thanks to my friend Noah, I get to hospital on the other end of town to sit with Sarah and her friend.
I didn't think the wound would be as bad as it actually was...which really wasn't so bad.
I will say that there was a barely connected skin flap, and large red stains on Sarah and her clothes, but eventually (2 hospitals, 6 hours and 10 stitches later) she was ok. She got kinda woozy and nauseous both in the hospital and then at home(still inexplicable)

but we got home.
She barely ate.
I choked down some leftover spaghetti.
now sleep

More later.

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