It's Been...One Week?

[handful_ofdust]

...since I wrote anything besides answers to interview questions and newly cobbled-together fixit sentences for the ultimate A Rope of Thorns edit, I think. This freaking cold just won't let up; I feel like my entire head is being slowly crushed in a vise of snot. When I blow my nose, horrible squeezing sounds resonate up and down inside my entire sinus cavity, and my eyes are gummy, sticky, bloodshot. Nothing but stumble-trip, stumble-trip, with thoughts blundering around aimlessly, bouncing off my skull's mucus-lined walls.

So yeah. And naturally, I have lots I need to do--deadlines and shit. And though Cal is better overall, he's still pretty crazy, making him difficult to deal with at best. Yesterday I got rid of all distractions and he still managed to whip himself up into a dancing, yelling frenzy. And today's runrunrunday, so I think the only thing I have energy for is maybe finishing John Vaillant's The Tiger and taking it back to the library. Amazing book, both incredibly informative and beautifully written. Too bad I wasn't reading it when I could pay more attention.

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Did you read the part about the old guy talking about "Playing Tiger", back in the mid 1800s? How because there were way too many "spare" bachelors in the areas (like him), they all used to get together, get drunk and play games like "Tiger", which was basically them taking all the furniture out of a room, turning the lights off and then hunting a guy elected Tiger, using real guns? He was shot in the arms once, but only because he slipped--they usually made sure to aim where they thought people's legs would be. "Were all your amusements like this?" the interviewer asks; "No," the old man replies, "most were more what you would expect."