I’ve ended my game. Unless someone steps up to run it, it’ll fall into the mists. No biggie, it’s actually a weight off of my shoulders. Now I’m just a player, and will have to destroy some local Storytellers’ plots. Hee hee. I’ll always have #RedFang.
I feel better after a couple of games of SoulCaliber, even if I did lose. Fighting games are only really fun if you’ve got people to play against.
I work out with
I may be a fat man, but sometimes I spread myself too thin.
Jimmy: joke that came up this weekend
Jimmy: “Do you take this woman to be yourlawfully weddded wife for better or worse,bah bah bah?”
Jimmy: “Damn Skippy”
crampto3: hee hee
Jimmy: “Skippy from the crowd: Goddamnit!!!”
crampto3: LOL!
This song reminds me of things that I thought were better left in the dust…
It probably helps that a nifty side effect of cleaning the bathroom has been getting high off of the cleaner fumes. Good lord, people do this on purpose.
I’ve done all sorts of cleaning today, and it’s made me feel good. I even did grocery shopping. I’m starting to form a list of what I think will taste good in stir fry, and what kind of sauces to use. Watch out, world, I’m going to experiment. Once again, I’ve stumbled into the financial trap of eating out all the time.
Honestly, I’d eat at home more if I didn’t have to clean the counters every time I cooked before I could even stand setting a plate down. Good lord, what a slob he is.
Work tomorrow at 11. Sick of some cycles. Breaking out of them is a must. Somehow, I know I’ve done this before, and in a cyclic pattern. Goddamnit.
Cycles. Everything in cycles. Very little change, ever.
Can’t concentrate.
Can’t focus my eyes.
Keep getting lost in music.
Can’t breathe through my nose.
Need caffeine.
That is all.
I want to not worry about money.
