Blowfish Fugue -001- "Eat My Head"

Blowfish Fugue -001- "Eat My Head"

20010322.2137 EST @lanta, GA, USA

     The shark-headed woman leaned her two-tone gray rubbery-looking snout me-wards and leered -- as if there was another expression of which she was capable. Oh, the hazards of being one of the terminally fashion-conscious. Also, her gills reeked of beer, which kind of overwhelmed good ol' classic Chanel. At least she was drinking Bass.
     Sushi was available at the bar. I'm glad that she, too, thought that would be too much.
     She winked a nictitating membrane at me. Or something. Having one's eyes separated by so much head was a bit of a barrier to non-verbal cut-and-thrust, apparently. I hope, for her sake, the tradeoff of binocular vision for olfactory prowess was worth it.
     She was obviously waiting for me to react in some way. I was at a complete loss. What the fuck was I supposed to think she wanted?
     Oh. Love a duck. I had left my ears turned off. I'll bet she's been talking to me for the past twenty minutes. I was still tuned into a private music feed and must have been nodding along to the beat unconsciously every now and then, keeping her rambling on. Suddenly I wanted to know what I had been agreeing to. Or maybe not.
     Maybe I should fake a seizure until she goes away. Unless the thrashing vibrations might trigger some kind of feeding-frenzy strike. None of this new shit is bug-free.
     Hell. Maybe I should just let her eat my head. This night was pretty much a total wash anyway. May as well reload from this afternoon's backup.

* * * * *     Getting reloaded seems to happen fairly frequently for me. Good thing my work insurance covers. Only a $50 co-pay. I probably would have spent more drinking, had the evening continued, plus some drinking tomorrow (today?) to make it easier to live with what I'd done while drunk.
     I just wish I wouldn't bother uploading my notes before I bite it -- or, in the last case maybe, get bit. It would be better not to know most of the time. Except I know it's just a way of getting back at the next me for not having had to go through it. I'm sure I'll keep my notes up to date for the next one.
     That's just the kind of bastard I am, apparently.

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