My brain hurts.
Nov. 8th, 2004 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_makerAlmost 48 hours.
I have no idea how you LAN-party geeks can stand the taste of Red Bull, but I have to admit, chase it down with some Excedrin and you can keep sharp all through the night. I think I recall eating ... something on Monday.
Reactive frequency white noise generators were the easy part, once Doctor MacTaggart brought down the vibranium paneling. Stuff's a bitch to work without a plasma torch, though. So, of course, they brought me a plasma torch. I love this place.
Fiber-optic sutures, now THOSE were a stroke of genius. I can't believe no one thought of that before. Wait, yes I can. Because I'm the most brilliant mind on the planet, baby!
I helped save someone's life over the past two days, they tell me. And I'm not sure if that's more of a rush than all the caffeine. And, I mean, it was easy. No one gave me any shit about needing materials or space to work or soda or anything.
Now if I could only remember how the hell I got back up to my room. And where the hell my pants went.
I made something that saved someone's life. This is so cool.
I have no idea how you LAN-party geeks can stand the taste of Red Bull, but I have to admit, chase it down with some Excedrin and you can keep sharp all through the night. I think I recall eating ... something on Monday.
Reactive frequency white noise generators were the easy part, once Doctor MacTaggart brought down the vibranium paneling. Stuff's a bitch to work without a plasma torch, though. So, of course, they brought me a plasma torch. I love this place.
Fiber-optic sutures, now THOSE were a stroke of genius. I can't believe no one thought of that before. Wait, yes I can. Because I'm the most brilliant mind on the planet, baby!
I helped save someone's life over the past two days, they tell me. And I'm not sure if that's more of a rush than all the caffeine. And, I mean, it was easy. No one gave me any shit about needing materials or space to work or soda or anything.
Now if I could only remember how the hell I got back up to my room. And where the hell my pants went.
I made something that saved someone's life. This is so cool.
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Er...
Date: 2004-11-09 04:35 am (UTC)Want a snack? Oatmeal, venison, some of the approaching-infinite variety Lorna's been producing? I've been chased out of the medlab again on the grounds of minimizing the exhausted people to the absolutely necessary and most experienced.
Re: Er...
Date: 2004-11-09 04:38 am (UTC)Venison's deer, right? I think I had some when I was a kid. With all the carbs I've scarfed down over the last couple days, I think I could use some protein. And some Advil. Good god, my brain feels like God on a seventh-day amphetamine bender...
Re: Er...
Date: 2004-11-09 04:47 am (UTC)Protein and painkillers on the way. Also orange juice, because unless you've any problems with citrus, it seems like a good idea.
Re: Er...
Date: 2004-11-09 04:49 am (UTC)Re: Er...
Date: 2004-11-09 05:02 am (UTC)That just sounds scary.
I'm glad you were here.