... I'm up past my bed time
cuz I gotta be up and out the door for work in x amount of time.
But I forgot to get started on my lunch (30 minute lunch can we say
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you?) and bake some bread.
In between that time I made arrangements for my dog to be boarded for about 10 days... I don't think I'll use all that time and I told my boarder that plans were "fluid at this time" seeing as how I've gotta bounce around the state and go in and out of work.
Work's finalized. I've got the 30th off and come back the 4th.
I have no idea where I'm sleeping seeing as how my folks just moved... again. I dunno what I'm going to do without my puppy.
But I did play through 1/3 of a sequel with a sidearm without having to. Seriously, I might be too damn good at shooter/horror games. Gimme a shotgun when I've got a pistol- and I'll just look at the shotgun and say "uuuh... is there a boss coming up? I better save ammo". I'll then proceed through 90% of the game with a very twinked out pea shooter and a surplus of rocket launchers and death rays >>
Even when I'm up against a boss I say "maybe he's got more than one transformation, I better save my ammo and shoot him in the knee- then kick him in the dick".
I got through 1/3 the content in under 2 hours, and only one death when I wanted to see if an open burning gas line would kill me.
It did.
Fire bad.
Don't let me forget my ID card and chocolate tomorrow.
It's like currrency for happiness.
and yeah this will all be clumsily poetic and less than nonsense when I'm not so tired, grouchy, and out of time.
Something to do with beautiful girls and recurring dreams about lips.