No, I have not. And it depends on my mood.

nerdlyk:

simonalkenmayer:

I have had four bottles of wine tonight.

That’s all.

I am feeling very clear-headed. Very focused. Very precise. I’ve also eaten a prodigious amount of food. I am a living god.

No really. I had another of those “miracle” hand-eye coordination moments again tonight. It was fantastic.

It’s silly, I know, to measure myself by a standard other than my own, but I swear to you, sometimes my senses seem utterly out of this world and I feel… somewhat odd, to note it. Guilty, I suppose is the word. Ashamed to be me. I shouldn’t feel that, I know. I’m working on it, but dealing with you people all the time, I suppose it’s a foregone conclusion.

what’s the point of being a living god if you can’t perform a fucking miracle every now and again, eh?

at least your miracles of agility are impressive, mine just leave the people in my life very concerned for my long-term well being

also you can’t mention your brilliant hand-eye coordination and then not tell us what you did how dare

I caught a grouping of items that were knocked off a table about three feet off the ground. And I didn’t catch them all at once. I caught, replaced, caught, replaced.

It was glorious seeing the look on the waitresses face.

It’s not in my books yet. I worked at a brothel more as a handiperson, cleaner, and security. I was not one of the employees of negotiable affections.

Of my namesake? Yes.

Even funnier.