WarCry Choice Posts: 3023 Joined: 3 Mar 2004 | I'm not dead, some of you can stop dancing
 Undoctored photo of me on Monday night I know I left some of you hanging, waiting on the story of the CCP party and maybe some actual work-related articles from GDC 2008. All I know is that I started feeling like one of the characters in Stephen King's The Stand that didn't make it out of the first 5 chapters on Sunday.
It got much worse. Like the characters in the book, I did start seeing things and speaking in tongues. Specifically on Monday night, I opened my eyes and thought I was laying on the floor of a medieval cathedral with high, stone arches and stained-glass windows. Someone special was there to bring me chicken soup and orange juice and I remember saying out loud, "Death is the sad truth of life. You have saved me."
I'm feeling much better now and will be back to normal starting next week.
I'm dying.
You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.
When Razor was in Egyptland
Let my Razor go
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Posts: 322 Joined: 10 Jul 2006 | Ah yes the plague, it has been going around here to. Funny my boss lady referenced Stephen King's The Stand. She stated she could hear "Don't Fear the Reaper" playing as she looked at her pitiful and dwindling crew. I looked up from my desk with bleary bloodshot eyes and replied, "Death have you come to take me home?" I then had a coughing fit and passed out for the rest of the day.
Anywho... glad to see you indeed survived the Fluacolypse and didn't become one of them damned dirty zombies. |
I'm not dead, some of you can stop dancing
I know I left some of you hanging, waiting on the story of the CCP party and maybe some actual work-related articles from GDC 2008. All I know is that I started feeling like one of the characters in Stephen King's The Stand that didn't make it out of the first 5 chapters on Sunday.
It got much worse. Like the characters in the book, I did start seeing things and speaking in tongues. Specifically on Monday night, I opened my eyes and thought I was laying on the floor of a medieval cathedral with high, stone arches and stained-glass windows. Someone special was there to bring me chicken soup and orange juice and I remember saying out loud, "Death is the sad truth of life. You have saved me."
I'm feeling much better now and will be back to normal starting next week.
I'm dying.
You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.
When Razor was in Egyptland
Let my Razor go
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