So I woke up to a friend shaking me by the shoulders. He had been trying to reach me for two days; I wasn’t answering the phone or anything. So he came over. From outside the back door he could see me slumped over the keyboard. He had to kick in the door, but he got to me and saw...
... A giant version of Sharon’s avatar swirling around on my screen.
He said I wouldn’t snap out of it. So he put two and two together and got to work. Despite the fact that he is a PC guy, he was able to use my Mac and Photoshop to reverse the swirling of the Avatar. He poured some coffee down my throat and propped my head up so I had to stare at the screen.
About an hour later, I asked for a cigarette, so he knew I was going to make it. Just a few more minutes and I might have been gone forever!
I’m sure the past 24 hours were horrible, but fortunately I can’t remember most of it. At first, I just couldn’t leave the computer. But as the hours ticked by, I had less and less awareness of my surroundings and actions. There are empy cigarette packs all over the place, and spilled bourbon and coffee.
There are also hundreds of pages of printouts on various subjects that seem to have little connection; definitions of obscure words, excerpts from Esquire and Maxim and hip-hop sites on how to be cool. Nuclear proliferation statistics, bomb shelter plans, and French history for God’s sake!
Anyway, you will be happy to know that I am back to normal. I have fixed the door, pitched all the paper, and cleaned up a little. After some experimenting, I made some special glasses that have yellow and red lenses that seem to minimize the effect of the offending avatar. So much for being “cool’ though.