I've got them both, I think. The wife is at work, it is raining to beat all, and as dark and gray as the inside of Barbara Bush's Maxi Pad.
Barbie is wailing some horrible pop tune up the stairs at me, John is dumping his 'garbage' into his garbage truck over and over and over...and then the truck honks its horn.
Hey, good news is, I got Titan Quest to working. The wife was a Video Game Widow last night. I played for at least three hours. Nat loves watching me kill stuff. I whacked up these three giant boars and she clapped and shouted "Woo Hoo! We're havin' pig tonight!"
Bad news is, I had to turn down all my video card settings to get it to play. The wife didn't understand why I was bummed, because all she saw was a perfectly beautiful game. So I cranked all the settings up to high again, and she says 'oh, I get it now'. Yeah, the game chopped and would barely move, but you can see each separate feather on a bird, each blade of grass move in the wind, the detail of stone, the bright glint off a sword blade as it swings. I cranked the settings back down, and the world sped up again, but it was dull...
Like today. That's it, I just feel dull. No vim. Vimless. Even coffee won't touch this. Maybe cocaine, hence, the allure. One would be sorely tempted to dance with the devil to make it through days like these.
And I made the mistake of turning on the news this morning. I can now tell you with great authority that it is raining somewhere, it is snowing somewhere else, yesterday was most likely Christmas, though it could have been some other sort of holiday, I'm not sure, and that Joe Biden is still a pompous, grandstanding jackass.
And Castro is likely dying, which is the one sweet note in a day that otherwise sounds more like someone just kicked the organist in the nuts.
And now I hear that turd Roger Hedgecock is subbing for Rush Limbaugh, so I am going to turn off the radio and go downstairs and listen to Barbie yodel until my ears bleed.
Johnny can scoop up my brains into his new garbage truck.