The past few weeks have been a chemical haze punctuated by trips to the gym. Since starting work, I have little or no impetus to spend my weekends in any state but egregiously drunk. This situational predisposition to bacchanalian revelry has worked out well in the interest of extraordinary weekends. Notable occurances include:
- Burning Andrew Barr's shirt
- Blacked-out conversations about the future of medicine and humanity (longer than an hour)
- Extremely late nights for no reason whatsoever
- Seeing Dave Nada in a basement
- Getting weed so powerful that it invokes an involuntary drooling response when smoked
I'm sure there's a hundred other things that I've been a part of in the past weeks that are infinitely more interesting than those listed but most of my memories are lost in the Void (a complex and interesting concept outlined by my former lab partner from Sudan named Mustafa in the succinct and repeated phrase “there seems to be a void”). We once lost Chris Howard in the void and triangulated its location to somewhere near the airport, but upon searching the area from the safety of an automobile Mr. Howard could not be located and when he contacted us on his own accord he had no memory of being in the Void. As we continue to study the Void, it is becoming increasingly unclear what exactly the Void is and what it (or HE?) is capable of.
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