Wednesday, October 5, 2011

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really mattered

Figured it was appropriate.

The world seems to have decided it was a good week for everything to go all to hell.
Let's review.

Opal left the House (EN: Thank god)
Opal came back to the house. I had to knock her out with a shovel. (EN: She hit me first)
She came to and tried to strangle August. Some things happened. (EN: It actually hurt a lot)
And now she's not at the House any more. (EN: It's probably for the best.)

I feel like I should fill in the gaps. (EN: After all, you went a little crazy Fitz)
I don't know what I was doing up at one in the morning. Probably reading. Someone was sneaking around outside. I had a book. Turns out it was Opal, come back for a shovel of all things. I hit her in the face with a book. She tried to get me with a shovel. There was no reasoning with her. She got me pretty good in the shin. Doc said I'll be alright.
She ran outside to bury a body, she was absolutely covered in blood.
The body belonged to her friend Aggy. Took me a bit to get outside. She flipped out when I tried talking her down. Had to hit her in the head with the shovel handle. I dragged her back to the house.
Then things happened. (EN: All kinds of things. None of them good.)
Opal tried to kill August.
I had the knife. I could have stabbed her. (EN: There would have been blood) just like last time

Spencer dragged her off to the East Wing. (EN: It's a little fuzzy)
August left to see Elaine, Doc wanted to check my leg I think.
Asked her for some drugs. Not doing that again. (EN: Seriously.
Waking up in the infirmary wasn't the most pleasant experience in the world.
(EN:Don't do drugs.)
Doc? I don't know what it was that you gave me. The resultant romp through my head was probably wonderful. Waking up with an aching shin and the sensation that this paled in comparison to what I'd just been experiencing was remarkably unpleasant. And it didn't help what I remember at all. Thanks for trying though. (EN: At least there weren't trees in my sleep)

Opal was knocked out on a bed next to me. Can't say I was terribly surprised. Sorry for grabbing her like that. (EN: Someone probably would have knifed her. Couldn't let that happen)

I tied her up and put her in the back of the van. Hopefully whatever Doc had dosed her with would last a while longer. She was a little heavy, so more dragging. Having the rope helped a little with that. (EN: It's true, they always need the fucking rope)

And then I drove away. (EN: Could have dropped her in a river we went by.)
I untied Opal at some point, dropped her off. (EN: Would have saved someone the trouble)
And then kept on driving.

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
To me


  1. If getting high once could solve all your problems, I'm pretty sure addiction wouldn't exist. When I agreed to drug you, I was hoping to give you some peace. I can't give you laser-guided amnesia, sorry.

    Hope your shin starts feeling better soon. It didn't look all that bad, considering.

  2. Thanks for the slightly smudgy bill of health. I think I'm still ticking along just fine as far as I can tell.

  3. Bohemian Rhapsody. The song I loved but could never spell.

    Thank you for not throwing me in a river. Would have been a waste since you went to all that trouble to ensure I didn't get knifed.

    And thank you for the ride as well.