Runaway Future

Last night was the ‘Survivor’ competition at the curling club. 12 hours of curling and other events, 8pm to 8am. I was the first one voted off after losing a draw to the button that would have placed my team ahead of the other team in a competition. When you’re voted out at 830 and are there for another 11 and a half hours, it makes for a long night.
Thankfully, I was able to put my free time to good use, and win a few extra challenges to jump back into the game. I had been smart enough to set up some deals and made it all the way to the final four players. So everything worked out grand in the end.
It’s so bizarre to be up at 4am, discussing alliances and voting strategies like it’s the most important thing in the world. I had a moment of half clarity and started laughing when someone was quietly whispering how we were going through the next round. It all seemed so foolish, and as a result, I almost lost my precious alliance. It’s really good to be able to go away and focus on something so completely, that no other thoughts invade your mind. After a while, even the tiredness went away.
At 830 this morning, I had bacon and eggs and beer. It was the finale for the night, cooked by the ladies of the club. I took one look at the orange juice and was repulsed, so I went for beer. They should have some sort of ‘breakfast beer’, a lighter beer, maybe a honey ale? It seems like a huge untapped market. Such a surreal feeling, 12 hours of drinking and curling. On the way home, I forgot that I worked on Friday.
After coming home and sleeping most of the day, I tried to calculate how much sleep I got. Does it show that I’m a working stiff when I count the hours between 9 and 4 and automatically take an hour away for lunch?

I watched Forrest Gump today, and then Behind Enemy Lines. What the hell is wrong with Owen Wilson’s nose?