From dannimal@engin.umich.edu Fri Mar 18 16:24:50 1994
Date: Fri, 18 Mar 1994 13:12:09 -0500 (EST)
From: dann Fuller <dannimal@engin.umich.edu>
To: shadows@umich.edu
Subject: Ulysses VII

I went to Kalyn's party last night, and what a time was had!  The boy 
sure knows his wine.  Granted, me and Bleys and the rest of City Amber 
also know his wine too, but that's another story.  A story that, like 
others I've heard, involve a crowbar.  Laughter wants to come to the 
party later in the evening, and who am I to refuse a beautiful lady?  I 
get riotusly drunk at the party, and stagger home late.  At 8:00 in the 
morning, I am roused from my hungover stupor to the sound of a gurney 
crashing through a window.  I go to the infirmary to check on the noise, 
and more importantly, it's creator.  The conversation with Jubal goes 
somewhat as follows:
 
    "What the hell are you doing?!"
J:  "I don't know."
    "It's eight o'clock!" 
J:  "Yeah, I know."
    "In the morning!"
J:  "Morning started two hours ago."
    "NoNoNoNoNoNoNo.  Morning starts tomorrow!"
J:  "?"
    "What were you doing throwing a bed out the window at 8:00 in the 
morning?"
J:  <Shrug>
    "Argh."
 
And back to bed.  Sheesh.  Must be the Chaos in him.  I can cut him some 
slack because his mom's all fucked up.  But that's it.  If he ever pulls 
that stunt again, I'll give him the what for.  I'll get up for dinner.