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azurelunatic) wrote2002-08-04 08:58 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-08-04 08:58 am
Household, precognition.
My allergies are doing Bad Things again. Nephew's still feeling lousy, but at least the lousiness is exiting his system at the appropriate end of his digestive system.
Interestingly, I underheard Votania say, "Houston, we have a problem", while we were shopping, and I told her then that I thought I'd heard that... we evaded the places on the road that the overloaded shopping cart would have had a problem with, causing less of a problem than there might have been. That, evidently, had not been the problem that I'd foreheard.
It's all about listening, really, it is. She heard that the problem was a current one, happening now or about to happen... and right in the middle of putting the groceries away, Nephew started having a problem... a change of pants was in order, and then he was watched... he didn't want dinner, and wound up in bed... and then the fireworks started.
I used to be incredibly bothered by vomit, but I'm not, these days, not since BJ got very drunk that one night. That was the night when he had three triple cheeseburgers from McD's first, and fries, and a strawberry milkshake, and then had a few beers and several screwdrivers. He wound up cleaning up his own mess; I took care of our roommate DancesWithUnderwear, who was lying on the couch, but being very polite and gentlemanly about throwing up into the trash can that I was holding for him. He was being tidy. BJ was just blowing chunks. The Elder Roommate was "I told you so"ing, and reckoning that after this experience, both guys would be far more inclined to listen to his sage advice on matters of drinking.
Everybody changes when they get drunk, and I am no exception. I tend to notice what happens, though, so if I like it, I can try and apply it to my sober state, if I can remember how to twitch my brain and mindset into that state without the aid of alcohol. I noticed that I wasn't bothered by all the throwing up, and tried to retain that.
Shamash was very good and stayed mostly out of the way. Marx was around to help me find the disinfectant and a bucket of water, which was very helpful. The last time we had puking on this scale, Dude was here to help. It really helps to have three wide-awake adults to deal with a sick kid.
Interestingly, I underheard Votania say, "Houston, we have a problem", while we were shopping, and I told her then that I thought I'd heard that... we evaded the places on the road that the overloaded shopping cart would have had a problem with, causing less of a problem than there might have been. That, evidently, had not been the problem that I'd foreheard.
It's all about listening, really, it is. She heard that the problem was a current one, happening now or about to happen... and right in the middle of putting the groceries away, Nephew started having a problem... a change of pants was in order, and then he was watched... he didn't want dinner, and wound up in bed... and then the fireworks started.
I used to be incredibly bothered by vomit, but I'm not, these days, not since BJ got very drunk that one night. That was the night when he had three triple cheeseburgers from McD's first, and fries, and a strawberry milkshake, and then had a few beers and several screwdrivers. He wound up cleaning up his own mess; I took care of our roommate DancesWithUnderwear, who was lying on the couch, but being very polite and gentlemanly about throwing up into the trash can that I was holding for him. He was being tidy. BJ was just blowing chunks. The Elder Roommate was "I told you so"ing, and reckoning that after this experience, both guys would be far more inclined to listen to his sage advice on matters of drinking.
Everybody changes when they get drunk, and I am no exception. I tend to notice what happens, though, so if I like it, I can try and apply it to my sober state, if I can remember how to twitch my brain and mindset into that state without the aid of alcohol. I noticed that I wasn't bothered by all the throwing up, and tried to retain that.
Shamash was very good and stayed mostly out of the way. Marx was around to help me find the disinfectant and a bucket of water, which was very helpful. The last time we had puking on this scale, Dude was here to help. It really helps to have three wide-awake adults to deal with a sick kid.
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Usually only those with either psychic abilities or delusions of same underhear things.
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There have been times when I have thought something very loudly in the middle of a conversation, and my conversation partner responded to it as if it had been said. I also have a habit of speaking my friends' thoughts aloud, word for word...
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