Thursday, June 21, 2007
Ouch.
I don't think it's a good thing when you work out on Tuesday, and you are more sore on Thursday than you were on Wednesday. It makes me feel like I must have done some irreparable damage to my leg muscles. Maybe I look stronger and more capable of doing like a thousand squats, lunges and curtseys than I actually am, but the fact that I still feel like my legs are going to buckle every time I go down stairs would indicate that I wasn't quite ready for all that. Owie.
On a lighter note, I had a very bizarre dream last night that involved me shooting three old people with a triggered flute. To be fair, I shot them in self-defense, and they didn't even die. But still...weird. All of this happened after an extremely creepy encounter with the KKK (I mean, is there any other type of encounter with the KKK?). Apparently I was on my way to Jeani's parents' house, and I was walking in broad daylight. I started to cross an intersection when suddenly I was driving instead of walking. Then a block later, Brooke was in the car with me and she was driving. It was also nighttime. We almost missed the road we wanted to turn on, which in the dream was called Elwel Rd. This is weird because I've never heard of an Elwel Rd. Jeani's parents live on Butch Branch Rd. or something not at all Elwel Rd. like that.
Anyway, at some point after we drove under the foot bridge where the KKK were crossing with their torches, Elwel Rd. had been closed off and was just a big overgrown hill. It was dark, and we couldn't see it coming, so we "ran aground" as it were, which messed up something in the car, which shut off and would not restart. Fearful for our lives (not being rabid racists and all), we got out and looked for some help. We came across a little cabin, where we set up a laptop and tried to get a wireless signal to IM for help. The old, demented, blind woman who lived there mistook me for her husband, George, and was so very happy that I was there. I kept telling her I wasn't George, and then I saw three people approaching the door. I said, "Look! Here comes George now!" but when the three people came in wielding shotguns (and a triggered flute), I decided they probably weren't George. Before I could warn the woman, though, one of the old men with a shotgun shot her.
The old woman with the flute then turned on me, but she was holding the thing with one hand, and she couldn't keep it steady enough to aim straight and hit me. So I told her to give it to me and let me show her how to hold it. The genius turned it over, and I shot them all. But like I said, they didn't die. I think they then somehow found the situation funny, and we all had a good laugh about it. After all, everybody survived.
On a lighter note, I had a very bizarre dream last night that involved me shooting three old people with a triggered flute. To be fair, I shot them in self-defense, and they didn't even die. But still...weird. All of this happened after an extremely creepy encounter with the KKK (I mean, is there any other type of encounter with the KKK?). Apparently I was on my way to Jeani's parents' house, and I was walking in broad daylight. I started to cross an intersection when suddenly I was driving instead of walking. Then a block later, Brooke was in the car with me and she was driving. It was also nighttime. We almost missed the road we wanted to turn on, which in the dream was called Elwel Rd. This is weird because I've never heard of an Elwel Rd. Jeani's parents live on Butch Branch Rd. or something not at all Elwel Rd. like that.
Anyway, at some point after we drove under the foot bridge where the KKK were crossing with their torches, Elwel Rd. had been closed off and was just a big overgrown hill. It was dark, and we couldn't see it coming, so we "ran aground" as it were, which messed up something in the car, which shut off and would not restart. Fearful for our lives (not being rabid racists and all), we got out and looked for some help. We came across a little cabin, where we set up a laptop and tried to get a wireless signal to IM for help. The old, demented, blind woman who lived there mistook me for her husband, George, and was so very happy that I was there. I kept telling her I wasn't George, and then I saw three people approaching the door. I said, "Look! Here comes George now!" but when the three people came in wielding shotguns (and a triggered flute), I decided they probably weren't George. Before I could warn the woman, though, one of the old men with a shotgun shot her.
The old woman with the flute then turned on me, but she was holding the thing with one hand, and she couldn't keep it steady enough to aim straight and hit me. So I told her to give it to me and let me show her how to hold it. The genius turned it over, and I shot them all. But like I said, they didn't die. I think they then somehow found the situation funny, and we all had a good laugh about it. After all, everybody survived.
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I just read that three times in a vain attempt to produce some sort of analysis. The only connection I was able to make was that Elwel Rd. is only one final "l" away from Apee's last name. But that was as far as I got. Do you think the KKK is after April? Or perhaps just an ensemble of really violent flutists?