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It's the weirdest thing, I tell you... Throughout the Vermort3 gathering, something odd seems to have happened to me. Jumping in the sack on Saturday night proved to be a chilly experience. However, despite the near-freezing temperature, I couldn't help but notice that, about halfway into the night, I was no longer cold. It was like I had an extra layer of insulation. Got up early Sunday morning and stepped out of the tent (funny, but my pants seemed to slide on more easily too). The frost on the windshields of the bike pointed to the fact that it was not the warmest of mornings. Just as I stepped out of the vestibule of the tent (you have to see it to understand), I noticed a drop of cold morning dew which was dripping from the edge, and about to land on the back of my neck. I felt the slight impact, but noticed nothing else. How peculiar. Looking at myself in the mirror (already a harrowing experience in itself) was made even more frightening by the strange substance which seemed to coat my body. It looked rather...well...slime-like. I know I put some Vaseline around my face a few days back for a sparring session, but, like most good workouts, the subsequent shower should certainly have taken care of that. Hugging people goodbye later on seemed to be tougher than usual. Heck, my shoulder even slipped and bopped Ken on the chin. I drove back home semi-uneventfully, except that the lady at the gas station where I picked up some (disgustingly bad, I may add) coffee didn't seem particularly thrilled to see me (nothing unusual there). Something about making a trail on her floor. The look on the rental place agent's face told me he was less than thrilled to discover the freshly formed puddle on the seat/floor of the car. I expect to find a little surprise cleaning bill on my next credit card statement. The cabbie (yep, I wimped out and didn't take the bus/subway as originally planned) didn't seem to care until I handed him the money for the trip and he touched it. Musta been something on the bill. It's been over 24 hours now, and everything I own is coated in slimy stuff. I can't seem to sit down anywhere without slowly slipping off, my newspaper becomes unreadable as soon as I touch it, and my carpet now squishes when I walk on it. It's uncanny, I tell you...
Phil...the "hoping to capitalize someday" Asshole(tm)... |