Apocalypse — Partys Over-hi2u
The music died.
Leo pushed through the crowd to the DJ booth. The DJ, a skeletal man named Viktor, was slumped over his decks, eyes closed, headphones still on. He wasn’t asleep. Leo gently lifted the needle off the record.
The room gasped. People froze mid-grind, mid-laugh, mid-kiss. The silence was absolute, save for the distant, low rumble of the shockwave still making its way across the continent.
And for the first time in three days, they did. Mira saw the DJ’s body. The tuxedo man saw his own reflection in a darkened window—pale, hollow-cheeked, a skeleton in silk. The glitter didn’t hide the terror anymore. The music wasn’t there to drown out the screams. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U
Then he turned off the lights.
“Hello to you too,” he whispered to no one. To everyone.
In the darkness, no one danced. No one screamed. They just sat down, one by one, in a circle on the sticky floor, and held hands. The world ended outside. But inside, for the first time all week, something real began. The music died
The shockwave hit then—not as a blast, but as a long, deep groan, like the earth itself was sighing. The building swayed. Glasses shattered. People held onto each other not for pleasure, but for balance.
A man in a tuxedo laughed, a hollow, breaking sound. “What do you want us to do? Cry? Pray?”
The countdown hit zero three hours ago. Not to the end of the world—but to the end of the party. He wasn’t asleep
They were still terrified. They were still dying.
Inside, the bass was still thumping.
My father-in-law graduated from Fuller Seminary with his Ph.D today.Â? I am very proud of him.
But…
I am much prouder that last night at his hooding ceremony in the CATS program, he wore the cat ears that I sent him as a graduation present.Â? He wore them on stage, during his speech, and for pictures afterwards.Â? Bishop Egertson, his guest, also wore them in pictures and around.
Let’s just say that I am *quite* amused.
Last Sunday, Pisco Sours ran a sort-of 5K race.Â? Go tell him how hot he looks.Â? 😛
The music died.
Leo pushed through the crowd to the DJ booth. The DJ, a skeletal man named Viktor, was slumped over his decks, eyes closed, headphones still on. He wasn’t asleep. Leo gently lifted the needle off the record.
The room gasped. People froze mid-grind, mid-laugh, mid-kiss. The silence was absolute, save for the distant, low rumble of the shockwave still making its way across the continent.
And for the first time in three days, they did. Mira saw the DJ’s body. The tuxedo man saw his own reflection in a darkened window—pale, hollow-cheeked, a skeleton in silk. The glitter didn’t hide the terror anymore. The music wasn’t there to drown out the screams.
Then he turned off the lights.
“Hello to you too,” he whispered to no one. To everyone.
In the darkness, no one danced. No one screamed. They just sat down, one by one, in a circle on the sticky floor, and held hands. The world ended outside. But inside, for the first time all week, something real began.
The shockwave hit then—not as a blast, but as a long, deep groan, like the earth itself was sighing. The building swayed. Glasses shattered. People held onto each other not for pleasure, but for balance.
A man in a tuxedo laughed, a hollow, breaking sound. “What do you want us to do? Cry? Pray?”
The countdown hit zero three hours ago. Not to the end of the world—but to the end of the party.
They were still terrified. They were still dying.
Inside, the bass was still thumping.
So we’re getting this stuff in Big Sky Country called r-a-i-n and it’s coming in the form of multiple fast-moving thunderstorms — the kind that are triggered by rapid pressure changes. This means… the lovely wonderful rain that we’re getting is triggering really bad migraines for me which are hitting me in the face and head. The Imitrex and Trimitex (Imitrex with Aleve) will moderate out the migraine so that I don’t have the nausea and dizziness but I still have some pretty acute pain. Add in the lovely jaw pain from the TMJ which is probably also triggered by the weather and you have a pretty potent combination of pain.
Yesterday, I managed to spell the pain a bit. Today was to the point where I was either going to take the pain or I was going to start screaming because it was so awful and that was 7 hours of my 8 hour shift. The last 45 minutes of my shift were spent with me in tears repeating Philippians 4:13 to myself to get myself through. I was crabby and I seriously had to remove myself from my work area a few times to avoid screaming at co-workers.
So why don’t I just go home? Because it’s not like that’s going to do anything for me either. THERE. IS. NOTHING. I. CAN. DO. FOR. THE. PAIN. Seriously. I accidentally took twice the safe dose of Aleve today between the two tablets I took at 10 am for my jaw and the Trimitex I took around 1 for a migraine that came on. I can’t do anything at home that I can’t do at work and at least at work, I get paid to be there.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 8 am (!!!!). Please pray that they can do something for me to at least kill the jaw pain so I only have one part of my head exploding instead of two.
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So I did make it down to Church of the Incarnation for worship and Father Tim welcomed me very warmly when I walked in. (His welcome alone made the 2 hour drive worth it.) Worship was awesome and if I had actually been feeling like solid food was a good thing, I could have stayed for the parish potluck. Alas… the migraine wasn’t allowing me to do much eating so I made do with an oatmeal cookie from $tarbuck$.
I also got a Wal-Mart run in (which made me feel like my blood sugar had plummeted — thank God for Lipton Raspberry tea) as well as a few other errands before heading back up.
