  the last thing i remember was shaving. the mirror looked as it did on most other occasions save for a slight shimmer and a wobble not unlike a skin on some sort of metallic pudding. well, the cuervo gold and the fine colombian having made the night a not so wonderful thing, pretty much stood out in my mind as the best possible explanation for the misbehavior of the usually solid looking glass. yep, on most occasions, i can count on good old facts and physics to stay, well...factual and physical. the next thing you know, i slip on a bit of wet linoleum coming out of the shower...zip....zoosh....and then i am flying through this void like a big naked helpless dummy, still kind of stoned, so i don't fight it much.
until....thud....ouch that hurt. voids are supposed to be void of tops, sides, and most importantly, bottoms. two worlds collide, my bottom and the void's slammed into one another, neither offering an apology. well, not much happened between then and now. walked towards the light, yada yada, heard voices, yada yada, zigged and zagged to avoid the swirling masses of nether spirits, yada yada yada, even played a game of hide in the dark from an obviously angered griffin.
then, appearing out of no where, (or actually i should clarify it was me who was appearing out of nowhere) i caught sight of a char-bucks internet cafe. i walked in, signed up for a computer, checked my email, got a second invitation for this blog, signed up to participate in this obviously pre-mensa forum, and viola, here i am. now someone please get me the goddamn out of here! 
