Say my name, sunshine through the rain

Chris' place is beginning to be that magical place where fun happens, like Mark's place used to be. In a way, being in the city (and everyone having cars) will never be the same though, because we have no excuses to stay over. Not that Linda enjoyed staying over very much, but there is a certain camaraderie that happens when you wake up with the same people and hang out with them some more... I can't explain it any better than that. I would lose hours of sleep and be cold as hell on Mark's floor, but it was all worth it in the end. Good times.

Linda called me a tool for women. It's kinda true, I guess. I question the fact that it's for all women though... am I? I don't know.

Tell me is it the way that I touch you?

I have this bump on my head. I think something bit me there but I'm not quite sure. Anyway, it doesn't look too good. Maybe it's a tumour.

It's been really stressful at work lately... things keep going inexplicably haywire.

I'm excited about this Daggerspell Siblings character concepts that Linda and I are working on. It'll be fun making up memories and interacting with each other. There will be a mad fight over who gets the magic daggers, though, boy.

With the story arc near an end in the current campaign, there may be an opportunity to play Isaac again. Man it'll be great to play him again...

Cause every door and window is closed

I've decided what to do. It's a good feeling.

Richard and Mark are disgruntled about going to Chris' house to play because it takes longer to get to, but we never start playing until 8 and none of us usually care that much about getting up. Plus there's much more room there and well-conditioned. Not that I ever minded Linda's place, but she seems to want to play at Chris', so I don't see the issue.

I tried out Nightmare chess last night. What a blast! There were some key moments including when I played fireball to use my bishop to blow up his Queen, three pawns and my other bishop. What a busted card.

I don't ever want to feel, like I did that day

The recent computer stupidness I've been suffering through will be termed and put into a book in the Bible. When a modern Ramses refuses to let the Jews go, he will experience what I'm going through right now.

I think I am going to be overflowing with sadness and guilt. I have been so negligent towards Linda and she has been feeling left out of the gang. All these years we've been together and she still doesn't have faith that I'd never abandon her. We had one of our randomly long palavers, except this time she was the one who initiated it. I knew something was wrong when she asked about Nads. =P

Our conversations are bizarrely one sided, not that I mind. And I think I'm positively being paranoid here, but all we talk about is her. I mean, that's what I want to talk about, because I want to know more about her, but she never asks a single thing about me. I throw out some random things connecting myself and the topic just to locate myself in the conversation... next time I won't mention a single word about me and see how it goes. It's interesting as an indicator of what she thinks of me, I think. She did say she wants me to be happy, though, and that makes me feel great.

I am having trouble sleeping. Declaring this comes with a great level of guilt, as I'm sure it's nowhere near what Mark's been experiencing for the past year or so, and I feel I have no right to complain. Something is not right with me, though. I'm entirely fucked up in a fundamentally cosmic way. And Linda just told me something that I will never forget. I want to cry and hurt someone when I think about it. Heaven help me, I really don't know what to do.

I hope your rules and wisdom choke you

I am so addicted to Battlefield 2. As usual Mark and Richard has me hooked and they're busy doing other things so I'm left to play alone (online) all the time. However, still fun. I'm just discovering the joy of Special Forces... it's like taking your first baby steps.

I had a close encounter with my computer. It started smoking like crazy and there was a burning smell. Thank God it turned out to be just the power supply, and I replaced it with an uber-quiet one. Go thermaltake! It was cheap, it has connectors for future expansion, and it has more power than my previous one.

Someone recommended that I try out Maple Story. It's free, it's anime, it's an MMORPG, so I'm going to check it out. I was hoping for more Secret of Mana-esque style of play, but it doesn't look that way from the screenshots. Still, how can you argue with free? I don't know about this business with having to log in to their website (not the game) only with IE, though. Everyone knows Firefox is where it's at.

... wow. This entire post was entirely too Penny-Arcade.

Tell me what you need to hear and I'll tell it to you again

I'm so messed up. I've been getting less and less sleep lately, and what sleep I've been getting is not restful. I am the object of tangible pressure... it is literally weighing me down. Enough with the dramatics, I suppose.

Linda likes me when she's completely drunk. This is what I've determined. And she won't remember it the next day. I've started thinking of Nads, Linda, and my mom as my personal "Three Tragedies". I find myself speculating on this sitcom-esque situation has come about, that the three most important women in my life are at odds and generally making my life a miserable hell.

My rapidly sinking mood is not visible - it never will be. Nads tells me that she just gets calmer as stuff is happening to her (e.g., if she is choking she barely makes any noise or motion), I guess I am the same on an emotional level. Even if it was visible, who could do anything about it? Nads can't simply because she is part of the pressure.

As it is sandal season and thus the revelation of many feet, I find myself looking at people's feet and trying to discern something about them... So far the only thing I've been able to achieve is to be more confused; why do women do such horrible things to their feet (I assume from high heels and similarly unhealthy footwear)?

Hell is just around the corner

Does this mean hell == Radio Shack?

The recommended pronounciation for forte is fort. How completely mind-boggling. They need to decouple sounds and meanings as much as possible, I think, and not create more homonyms. What a wacky, wacky world (word?).