At first I thought it was some cruel joke. I was sure we'd receive a follow-up e-mail with some funny cartoon animal with a "GOTCHA!" in it's dialogue bubble. But it's been several hours now, and nothing. Nothing, just like what we'll be doing for the next seven days. Seven days bound to this desolate rock, the clink of the climbing coaster haunting our thoughts.
I didn't want to believe it, but it didn't matter. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
Once we recovered from the initial numbing shock, we decided to return to it with ice cream, afraid to feel anything at all. We had woken up at midnight to return to work to finish our Sprite campaign. Oh, those were the days, full of ambition and spirit.
Now, darkness.
We rode bikes to the store. EB got Breyer's Oreo ice cream.
I got Ben and Jerry's S'mores ice cream.
When feeding ourselves failed, we fed each other.
But looking into EB's watering eyes and tortured expression just sank me into a deeper pit of depression.
This will be one of the few posts I write, as I won't have my computer starting Friday. My partner in sorrow, Mr. EB Davis, will take up the mantle when I'm gone.
But I won't truly be gone. Neither of us will. We're stuck here until Wednesday.
Fuck.
4 comments:
me too.
ruin people's plans? more like she ruins people's lives.
you guys should fill up your time with monotonous experiments, like camping out at wallmart for 24 hours and detailing how many people under 5 ft inspect the tents
Hey dick faces,
Remember how you told me we were leaving on the weekend of the 24th? Yeah, I remember that too. That's why I planned to go to WA when I did. I blame you both. Also, if I remember correctly EB was the life ruiner with the Avett Brothers.
EB I'll do anything to you ruin your life. You know that.
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