Double Post! (Let's not make this a habit)

So there I was, sitting in an underground bar known as the Big Bang, with half a Guinness down for the night, and then it occurred to me. A thought. A flashback. A reminiscence, if you will, of a text messege I received earlier in the day. I noted the name. A Miss S. Miss Scarlet perhaps? Time would tell a different tale. As I accessed the message's contents, it became clear to me that this was not a letter of mischievious intent. No, this letter meant business, and I was the man for the job. My first job in days... Well... More like 18 hours, but that's besides the point. What's the point you ask? Well, the point was that this Lady, this Miss S., she had a mission see? And that mission's completion depended solely upon the knowledge held within my mind. And so here I am, half a Guinness, nine dollars lighter, with dry eyes waiting for the night to end as I type away my thoughts. I know, it's funny how life throws it's own intricate little games at you, expecting you to play by its rules. Well you know what? One day I'm going to find Life, and you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to walk up to it and say, "Hello, my name is Kenneth Kim. You are a dick sometimes. Prepare to be punched in the face." I will then punch Life in the faced. Afterwards there will be a camera pan away as I walk away in an epic manner, key lanyard flowing in the wind in my wake.
And that brings me to my first item of non-discussion, I've come to discover that when it comes to Gryphball, I am a damn good ball carrier. And not in the, "Well yeah, I'd probably get picked 1st or 2nd for the Gryphball team." No, I mean the, "OMFG, I'm pretty sure a virtual portal from DOOM3 just tore its way into the HALO3 Gryphball game we were just playing and delivered unto us a demonspawn of unfathomable skill in the art of 'Get Some! Skull-Bashing,' and we are now all unimaginably screwed" sort of way.
Then there's today. Today was not the day of, "I will now deliver your immunizations through the gentle prodding of a unicorn's horn." It was the day of, "So... It's too late for a rabies shot so if you get bitten by anything you should get back to the states, otherwise it looks like you're S.O.L. Oh, and we're going to need to gently prick you 4 times and inject/draw out some sort of fluid. Oh, and the 2cc's of fluid that were just put into you? They might make you feel sick over the weekend and wil most likely slowly PWN the hell out of your arms, thanks for coming and don't forget your pills!" Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy getting sharp metal things put into me as much as the next person, and the nurse was surprisingly gentle, (unlike the nurse I had when I was younger who was either in a very bad mood or a sadist) however that does not mean that I won't QQ about the fact that my arms hurt a bit. (Google "Less QQ, more PewPew" for a definition of QQ and PewPew via urban dictionary.) [Actually, just to encourage you further, and because I doubt some of you will, I did the work for you, just follow the link: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=less%20qq%20more%20pew%20pew ]
And so there it is. The culmination of my learning experience over the past 48 hours. Now then, let's see if my next post can be within the next 24 hours. I'm out.

-Ken

PS: I started this post at like 23:55, so I'm only counting it a day late.