Friday, April 08, 2005

4 days, 1 hour, 30 minutes. The Renegade grows desperate. Unable to wreak havoc on the parts of the brain which are functioning normally, with its regular vandalism mercilessly crushed by the gothic apparition that is the Dark Mage Wellbutrin, The Renegade turns to subtle trickery. "You hunger. Eat more." it whispers.
"I can't be hungry, I just ate a whole pizza." I protest.
"The flavor of the food. Savor it. How long has it been since you tasted such subtle flavors?"
"Well, maybe just some ice cream..."

The Renegade: You swelter. This oppressive heat is unbearable."
Me: "It's like this every year. Taiwan is a tropical country."
"A bead of sweat trickles down your neck. So hot... Miserably hot."
"It does kind of suck that the cool Spring we've had won't last longer. It is pretty damn hot today."
"Nicotine is a vasioconstrictor, and makes you feel cooler. You can make the terrible heat go away so easily..."

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