Blah. I took the fucking make up quiz in precalc today. Absolutely disgusting. There was a fucking 7, 24, 25 triangle. The numbers were enormous. And Markot’s steadfast that I missed the shit on purpose. Is it my fault I got sick in May? I haven’t gotten sick for all of winter, May strikes and BAM! In bed with a mountain of used tissues. At least I drank tea. I drank lots and lots of tea these past few days. And I like tea. European/Russian sort of thing, seeing as Americans wouldn’t know a teabag from their scrotum.
Patiently awaiting Dreamfall, which should carry me well into late May, early June, upon which Halflife 2: Episode 1 will be making its way into my eager gnarled claws. That‘ll be played for a while and then I turn my attention to Syberia! Syberia is a game I discovered perusing Gamespot the other day. Another 2000 era old school adventure game with a fan-fucking-tastic rating. And after having my way with that one, I’ll move on to its younger sibling (read: sequel), Syberia II.
Hah! I’ll be a shut in till the end of the year! Fuck chasing tail! I got games to play!
1. Count pills.
2. Reach for tissue.
3. Yell at deaf incomprehensible senile geriatrics (READ: OLD PEOPLE).
4. Reach for tissue.
5. Count pills.
Repeat ad nauseum.
At least I got a nice cup of coffee. I’ve mentioned how great a cup of coffee is when you’re sick. Wave of warmth.