WTF?

I was planning on updating this mofo later tonight, but recent events have urged me to write in here now, before I forget.

I'll start out slow, as most of my posts go. Give way too much background, unimportant shit, just to take up space that doesn't need to be filled. Steve got home and took a shit. It sorta bugs me when people go straight to the bathroom right when they get home. Sure you're thinking, "Well they were holding it until now." I don't care. Just because you just got home, doesn't mean you're entitled to the bathroom right away. I think there should be a buffer time, during which you assess the home-situation. Who's doing what, should I be doing this, or was someone else about to do it. Say I'm sitting on the couch, thinking all right, in 20 minutes I'm going to start cooking dinner (ha!) and then a roommate gets home and right away turns on the burner, uses the last pan and starts frying up whatever shit he wants. "But! uh!" Oh well. So Steve's here, dropping a deuce, and I swear that my roommates shit more frequently than any other randomly selected trio. Maybe I just think that because I shit so infrequently. But why am I telling you this? I'm telling you this because there was something different about the events postceding Steve's shit today. It stunk as always, and he went and hid in his room afterwards as always. He didn't turn on the vent-fan this time. He must have forgotten. No big deal really, I figured I was far enough away, it wouldn't effect me. But no, the stink crept, lurched slowly towards me. I got a little hint, turned around to make sure there wasn't shit near me, and then I got hit with a whiff. Once the smell overcame my laziness, I got up and turned the vent fan on.

When I stood up, I was dizzy. Again no biggie: lots of times when I stand up, I get a little dizzy. It could be a circulation problem or something, but it's usually short-lived...and to be honest I kinda think it's fun, so I've never had it checked out. This time though, I was holding my breath, because it stunk. Then something happened to me that has never happened to me before. But, I'm forced to skip ahead 45 seconds or so. My thought was "Why are all these beer cans on my face?" and then "Hey, when did I lay down here? I don't remember wanting to take a nap...in the middle of the floor, on top of these shoes...with this smashed beer case as my pillow." Then I looked around. "Whoa! I passed out." My next thought was "Cool!" That's basically the story. Oh oh wait no! So then I was sitting here for a bit, telling Courtney of my recent events and remembered I had to go put my laundry in the drier. So, you know, I stood up, put my coat on. Made sure I wasn't dizzy because I didn't want to pass out in the snow. Then, once I got outside I looked around and everything was clearer! I think the passing-out improved my vision by something like 5 feet or so, so hopefully I'm going to pass out again until I don't need glasses anymore.

I'll update tonight with the other thing that I was going to post about.