jack_babalon | ILL BEHAVIOR!

Been sick in the guts lately. At first I attributed it to some stowaway germs lurking on the lips and kisses of my friends who had all seemed to have come down with the "Post-Fantasm-Funk". PFF is apparently one of those viruses that incubate in the lobbies and hotel rooms of cons everywhere. The convention, whether wargames, fantasy, fetish or comicbooks, is a brief breakdown in reality, almost reaching the "TemporaryAutonomous Zones" of Hakim Bey. Inhibitions break, when the mask comes on another comes off. But there are strange nasties lurking out there in the wink and smiles of the human blur before you. Some can be contagious.
But that paticular germ burst, seemed to be of a more respiratory nature rather than the feeling you've been eating four day old sushi on the "Cyclone" rollercoaster in Coney Island and decided to wash it all down with warm milk!
Well it was April Fools Day, and that must be a religious holiday to somebody,
somewhere. Some wonderful little European country where the locals dress in Green and terrorize each with wink of the eye pranks and deep belly laughs that echo through the hills of this faraway, unnamed land. I close my eye listening to the rain return again across the roof. A young hobo boy walking blissfully under a bright sun, bindlestick resting on his shoulder, whistling merrily some song his mother used to sing to him, and look a little dog is barking at him, but never mind- the cliff is straight ahead.
Got to get some rest for tomorrow. Remember to drill. Read and reread. Go to my best friends birthday dinner tonight: Flank steaks, aspargii, baked potatos, spinach salad with a creamy Italian cilantro dressing. Cap it off with drinks and chocolate cake and collapse. What is needed here is mini-hibernation. 40 winks into a average need for 8 hours of sleep, means a man must average 8 winks a hour, or one wink every 71/2 minutes. I will be needing 72 winks then!