2005-05-27 - 4:06 p.m.
I made it to graduation on the very few hours of sleep, and emptied my camera three times in one day. This should be my best documented graduation yet. After cake and food of the reception, Shadowedge and I had to go home and crash, unfortunately. I just had no juice left. I had planned on dragging myself out to PCP, but I layed down to nap, and woke up at 2, and decided sleep was better. Saturday I aided the evacuation of the school, a long standing personal tradition. It was good, and I probably aided a dozen or so people, but nobody particularly used me. They generally let me go after having me move some heavy stuff. Nobody desperately needed my help, which was good, but sad in its own way. I had wanted to go out that evening to, but I was too tired to drive when I got home after working from 9-5:30. Shadowedge was too tired to drive as well. So we stayed in again. Sunday I was up again, and helping Stringcraft move into the apartment complex. It was wonderful fun. Got to ride in a truly classic truck, and lift more heavy stuff. Monday I finally did some house work.
And then Tuesday hit. I say hit, cause I was still a bit groggy at work, and having a fairly quiet day, when I get a call right before I am supposed to go home. It is Arcanologist, telling me that Heph is alright. Then telling me why it was important to know that Heph was alright. He was in a hospital in the City of Sun. He had an auto accident. He was fine, but needed a ride home and some clothes. He needed the clothes, because they had cut his clothes off. So we get to the hospital as soon as I am off work, and we can drive there. We go into his room while he is in the bathroom. In the room is the bed he was obviously laying in, covered in dirt, grass, and his pants. Also, at the part for the head, there is dried blood on the paper. Heph comes out of the bathroom proclaiming, "God, I look like shit!" And we look at him, and his mildly splotchy forehead. By splotchy I mean Gorbachev had more of a mark on his forehead. They gave him a perscription for painkillers. We then had to go to the tow place, to get his keys. While we were there, we looked at the car. T-O-T-A-L-E-D. Crumpled, wrecked, destroyed, abolished, ollumied, etc. It was most certainly dead. See, we had seen the accident report and new it wasn't going to be pretty, because all the boxes you can check off for damages had been checked, except for trailer and fire. He had no trailer, and somehow the car did not explode. See he was driving around 70+ish on the interstate, when his rear wheel exploded. The car proceeded to spin, and then, just for fun, started rolling. It eventually stopped rolling, belly up. Heph crawled through the shattered window to his left. Car=Totaled. Pat=bruised forehead, back ache, couple of scratches. Moral of story= OWN A VOLVO! (Or Vulvo as the report said on one part) Wednesday was celebrated with Thai food. Thursday was a nice evening at home. This weekend is my Buddha Brother's birthday, and a long weekend. I'll let you know if anything cool happens.
