I should be dead
but let's not split hairs.
Well, the last month some of you may have noticed I went a little dark
Star Wars Old Republic
I wanted to hit the top of the mountain and see what the air was like.
I'm kinda there now.
Still have no idea why that game is subscription-
and I hope these folks pull it together having played for a while, and getting kinda neck deep in consumer-peons, I can tell there's some MAJOR subscriber grumbling.
I should be asleep.
My dog is at the kennel (boarding clusterfuck) and I have to drive to Topeka for my Gramma's 90th birthday.
There were over 100 cupcakes of varied flavors made...
and I'm going to bludgeon my mother if she ever takes on such a grand and misguided project
and asks me to help
for so many strange ingrates
I could sit here
and tell you there's been some progress on:
but there hasn't been.
I'm about to spend more on gasoline in one day than I've earned in a month.
But it will get me out of the house (kicking and screaming) for a day.
I need out
and by out I mean
locked in a bunker with my dog
and a shotgun for solicitors.
Did you hear the one about me being diagnosed with PTSD (again)?
That doesn't mean a damn thing to me >>
just get me the bunker
and my dog
and the shotgun
Everything will be fine.
And Insomnia's back, underlined, circled, capitalized, with arrows pointing at it.
Kinda comes back to why I started this post.