I took a B-100 multivitamin before bed last night. Has all the good stuff: choline, B-whatever-you-can-imagine all in X000% dosages, etc... Three vivid ones last night.
My barn is not a hotel! [10/25/09]
It is very dark. I'm inside the old hay barn, and there is an empty hay wagon parked in the central area that I'm standing next to. There is enough chaff on the floor to be springy underfoot. There is a slight hint of mold in the air. A group of muffled male voices are outside talking. Suddenly, one of the doors rolls open. A gruff British voice says "alright men, find a spot to lay down for the night." Not wanting to be discovered, I duck down and try to roll under the wagon. For some reason, something is blocking me. A WWII-era British soldier is walking down the aisle-way that I'm sticking halfway out into. I bite the bullet and pull out a small LED flashlight [anachronism] out of my pocket, spring up, and shine it. The guy reels, then lowers his rifle once he sees that I'm unarmed. I tell him that I'm not going to hurt him, and ask him not to bother me. He relents, and I climb up into the hay loft. To my surprise, there are a bunch of German-looking soldiers lying down up there.
[Isn't one of my Constitutional rights not to quarter soldiers in my home?]
Unlockables [same]
I'm playing through some sort of side-scrolling 3D video game wherein I had to play through as the worst two characters to unlock anything else.
Well, at least they tell me [same]
I disconnect from some sort of file sharing program and a screen pops up that says, "The Following have been watching you: (Something I don't Recognize), The Police. We recommend that this computer's hard disk be reformatted to prevent any possible legal repercussions." I'm thinking that Big Bro has been watching me for a while now, as I have an interest in MJ legalization and a few other less than legal activities. My 8-hour pirated Beatles stash probably doesn't do me any good, either.