2002-1-18 Tesla @kins
It gets worse and worse.
I went to breakfast early, thinking I'd beat the rush -- I don't even want to imagine what a rush would *be* like here, given that one of my classes is Intra-Dimensional Porting 101 (and then there's that one about Possession, which just makes it worse, really -- got me to wondering, though: if you possess an eating body, can you actually taste the food? And, if so, does it leave *you* feeling nourished, when you leave the uh..host body?). There's that clause about two bodies inhabiting the same space-time point -- they say it *is* actually possible, but that the results would be cataclysmic...and I can't handle cataclysms until I've had my morning coffee.
I think I'm rambling, which is what happens when you stay awake all night, listening to strange noises (here, they are *really* strange), and waiting to see if your vanished roommate will suddenly reappear.
Anyways..I got there early, got in line..and they dumped this..*thing*..on my plate. And told me that *everyone* eats them, here.
Gawd. If I wanted escargot, I would've signed on for the Paris campus.
But naturally, it's not just as simple as having to eat that thing; oh no, turns out they register on the TP scale (TP..TK..lame joke, I know, but everything's funny when you're this tired) -- I figured *that* out when I 'heard' them cooking up the next batch. Have you ever heard the way crabs 'squeal' when you're boiling them? It's kind of like that. If the crabs were on speed, fluent in three languages that you didn't understand, and equipped with microphones.
I think I'm going to have to start ordering in breakfasts from outside.