Ouch, my aching head.
Mitch got back from the Chicago Wizard World con Sunday night. It was weird being separated from him those four days; we hadn't been apart since we moved in together. It almost brings me back to the days when we lived 1000 miles from each other: talking on the phone as the only means of instant communication, desperately wanting something to do, and, of course, the inevitable missing him. But enough of that mushy stuff.
He'd had so much success selling his merchandise that he wants me to go to the Dallas and San Diego Wizard World cons to help out. I'd say I'm fairly down with that. I've never been to a con, considering I'm just a big homebody who mostly reads books or plays videogames to no end. But at least I'll feel better about myself when all I see are acnefied, chubby nerds with drooling problems. Ha.
I spent all day playing more Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. I still hadn't completed the final storyline mission, but now that's taken care of! I love open-ended games where there's still plenty to do after the actual story is over; it just feels a little less finite. The Ocarina of Time is like that, and that's one of the reasons it's my favorite game of all time EVER. I'm still totally stoked for the Twilight Princess later this year. I think I will put more down on my reserve.
Hey, guys, don't ever drive a total of 550 miles 98-degree weather without air-conditioning. You'll look like a sweaty fucking pig and your clothing will be stuck to you. At least, that's what happened when I drove to Dallas, then to Austin, then back to San Antonio in the span of 36 hours. I had the weekend off - what else would I do? Besides, y'know, eat. Sometimes I cross my fingers and wish I could move back to Dallas one day, but that's kinda dumb, isn't it?
Mitch got back from the Chicago Wizard World con Sunday night. It was weird being separated from him those four days; we hadn't been apart since we moved in together. It almost brings me back to the days when we lived 1000 miles from each other: talking on the phone as the only means of instant communication, desperately wanting something to do, and, of course, the inevitable missing him. But enough of that mushy stuff.
He'd had so much success selling his merchandise that he wants me to go to the Dallas and San Diego Wizard World cons to help out. I'd say I'm fairly down with that. I've never been to a con, considering I'm just a big homebody who mostly reads books or plays videogames to no end. But at least I'll feel better about myself when all I see are acnefied, chubby nerds with drooling problems. Ha.
I spent all day playing more Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. I still hadn't completed the final storyline mission, but now that's taken care of! I love open-ended games where there's still plenty to do after the actual story is over; it just feels a little less finite. The Ocarina of Time is like that, and that's one of the reasons it's my favorite game of all time EVER. I'm still totally stoked for the Twilight Princess later this year. I think I will put more down on my reserve.
Hey, guys, don't ever drive a total of 550 miles 98-degree weather without air-conditioning. You'll look like a sweaty fucking pig and your clothing will be stuck to you. At least, that's what happened when I drove to Dallas, then to Austin, then back to San Antonio in the span of 36 hours. I had the weekend off - what else would I do? Besides, y'know, eat. Sometimes I cross my fingers and wish I could move back to Dallas one day, but that's kinda dumb, isn't it?
something for your aching head
What's funny about being congested is it's like you're suffocating when you're trying to eat. Breathing solely through the mouth while having to eat is akin to being a fish out of water.
Ha.