Walter wrote:....
Not everybody enjoys it - ask Loriath.
I did enjoy it and it was good. For a while.
But I think its like being drunk. You think it is fun and a blast and all is good, and the world is AWESOME! But at some point, you pass out, and then you wakeup.....
And you realize that death would be preferable and that the old joke "To avoid Hangovers, Stay Drunk" was not a joke, and was actually a valid way to avoid what you are feeling now, and the only thing in the world that gives you any relief is the cold porcelain of the toilet on the side of your pounding head with the slight misty spray when you flush, cooling your face even though beads of sweat that have accumulated on your brow.
Everything else in the world is shit and you even try make a pact with some deity with hopes that it will alleviate the pain and nausea, even though you know that even if the deity that you are trying to invoke exists, it is laughing at you because this is not the first time you have done this and felt this way, and the last time when you did this and had recovered, you promised yourself that you would never, ever, ever do this again in hopes that it would help as you knelt there over the same porcelain pot doing the same thing you are now.
Yet here we are.
Yep, that is the way I started to feel about 2K from Jaques as I worked towards Sag. A.
Or maybe, it was just some space madness that suddenly made me want to jab forks in my eyes.