"Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy."
"Body Snatchers from Mars"
Woke up and immediately did not recognize my surroundings. That can't be good. The last time that happened, I was stranded in the middle of a highly active sheep pasture.
Let me be the first to tell you that sheep bite hard.
I struggled to my feet, swaying slightly with the usual post-abduction headache. You would think that an advanced species that can travel through light years of space in mere minutes would be able to develop a tractor beam that didn't leave its target feeling like they'd just been clubbed with the business end of a baseball bat.
I was in a very large bedroom -- scratch that, hotel room, judging by the room service carts in the corner -- that was trying its best for a French Baroque look but was falling short. It was probably for the best.
I patted myself, taking stock of my pockets. I pulled a wallet out of my pocket with unfamiliar hands. Uh-oh. I pulled out the license: Sean John Combs.
Well, that was certainly new.
nt - 8/6/10
Notes: I can't believe that I actually had an in-depth discussion about what would happen if you actually DID wake up feeling like P. Diddy. As in body-swapped. Thanks, Ke$ha. Thanks a lot.
In other news, I will be absent from the internet for a week. No, I haven't died. Be back 8/16.