This weekend was an absolute blast. Usually when I have protracted contact with warm blooded mammals of the social variety I start feeling very weird and need some time by myself after six plus hours, but things went smoothly this time. Saturday Jen and O-kun dropped in and we watched a thundering herd of anime with Andrew (saw SFAlpha, first Trigun disc, some Eat-Man 98, Jubei-chan’s last disc.)
Then it was time for some Cheap Ass Games. Go to that link and buy Kill Dr. Lucky immediately. It’s SO worth it; I got that and Before I Kill You, Mr. Bond (Good but simple), BRAWL (Simple but good), and Unexploded Cow (Complex and strange). We played ’em all until 3am rolled around. I stayed up until 5:30 am (see previous entry as to why…)
Next day it was WWF Summerslam day. I had a leisurely afternoon pumping hot lead into gangsters in Max Payne, then we had fried chicken and doritos and wrestling and everybody went home satisfied… and I felt sick. Combine that with being completely fried from my 5:30AM/6HoursSleep I got and I felt for sure I’d be doomed come Monday morning. Went downstairs, ate some crackers and watched the weather channel to tell if the storm raging over my house would be there when I woke up (it wouldn’t). Left voicemail on my boss’s phone saying I might be in a little late but I WOULD be in.
Naturally, voicemail died an hour after I left that thanks to the storm, so I woke at nine with my boss worried I’d died or something. Went into work, and… well, here I am! Tada.
I’m not sure if there was a point to the above story, except maybe to say that I had a very strange and entertaining weekend which I’m sure maybe three of you care about but something about the nature of journals compelled me to write anyway.
in ObWritingNews, I have ideas pinging around in my head for Ultra’s future, UE, and SN. I need to sit down and write some. Tonight is WWF Raw, but I might go to bed early to recover from being blargh. I gotta not only find TIME to write SN11 before UltraRage hits, but ENERGY to write it. I can have all the ideas and well done outlines in the world, but if I’m just not in the mood to write because I’ve had a long day or the story is intimidating me, it won’t happen. Blah.
Downbeat ending to the journal entry, but believe me, I am in a good mood.