My flight leaves around nine tomorrow morning and I've not yet started my Horror Fiction take-home exam. It's twelve pages of essays. Thankfully I had the foresight to take the class Pass/Fail. Still, I blame Halo 2. Which brings me to my question of the day: Is it wrong that I'm more concerned with my piss-poor target acquisition in a video game than I am with the purpose of Van Helsing in Dracula, the Manichaean nature of Hideaway, or anything Edgar Allen Poe?
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I should be around this weekend. Drop me an email, and I'll float you my phone number. You can give me a call, and we'll see if we can't meet somewhere.