Everyone gets junkmail. It’s some odd life happenstance that no one can escape. But I don’t get normal junkmail, the kind for 20% off your next oil change (I still have 1000 miles left before I need to do that, which means I’ll get it changed in 2000 miles if I remember). Instead, I get activist junkmail. I can’t figure out how this happened.

I get stuff from Sierra Club all the time. Or some New England Forest Foundation. Another one was some sort of congressional survey from Planned Parenthood.

Am I on a list somewhere saying that I’m a social worker?! I mean, I suppose this junkmail is inherently more interesting than $5 off the next plant sale at Lowe’s.

Video games take much more patience and attention span than a lot of folks realize. My limit is about an hour. After sixty minutes, the game box, controllers and the game CD stand a good chance of being smashed into tiny bits as my temper flares over after another one of those little Flood bastards hooks onto my ankle and sucks my life blood out through my toes.

I hate the Flood. After an hour, I hate Halo. Then I dream about Halo. I wake up and want to play again. It’s some sort of sick fascination. Last night I played through a new level of Halo with Levesque. It lasted two and a half hours. I wanted to quit at least five times (probably more) and Levesque told me to shut up, stop whining and fucking finish the goddamn level. I have an ear infection and in that weakened state, Levesque could easily kick my ass.

So I shut up and played through the level. Levesque managed to save the Halo CD from a splintery death.

This afternoon I glared at the Halo case as I grabbed Fable and restarted that quest where I’m supposed to escort those two fucking annoying traders through the Darkwood.

One of them made it. I figured that I’d get half the payment for half of the goods, but they gave me the full payment despite…yeah. They aren’t very good traders. They also aren’t very caring about the lives of their fellow traders. Or maybe that annoying bastard got what he deserved. Then I met a pirate! Arrrrrrrrrrrr.

I also got Star Wars: Battlefront. No, I haven’t played it yet. I’ve been attending meetings and doing homework and going to school. And fencing.

Speaking of school.

Time for bed.

Categories: distracted