Too tired to sleep...
and shit.
Here's something -
:: how jedi are you? ::
Just in case you were ever wondering, just how the jedi the fuck are you? It appears my forte is being completely calm, bald, and cutting the head off of overhyped losers in blue armor as if it ain't no thang, baybee. The weekend treated me pretty fairly, as I got to be the hero of a Mr Bloyd Kleen when I swooped in and wrested control of a 106-man tournament away from a Mr Jon Bancroft of "I really don't understand how to pair opponents" fame. Bloyd and I kicked the ass off that tournament, although the actual (fucking annoying and boring) task of entering the results will be my personal hell these next two days.
I guess I'm just killing time at this point. I'd really rather not head to bed. I haven't gotten a single good night's sleep in weeks, and I suppose it's time to quit making excuses to myself - those wonderful chronic nightmares that completely fuck me in the head are back and missed me soooo much. It's like that annoying friend from high school who somehow moved to the same place as you and raids your fridge when you're not home.
Or it's more like dehabilitating visions of the most disturbing and terrifying things I'll ever see every night.
Either or.
So, anyway, I find myself a little conflicted on the topic of sleeping. On one hand, I can get at least some rest and get one with my time. On the other, I can just stay up for several days in a row like I used to, which minimized the trauma to about three or four sleep cycles a week. Of course, back in the day, I wasn't working in a collections call center all day and then coming home to tax the hell out of my brain in order to write material for a vast gaming world on a deadline. It's really times like this I wish I had a magic 8 ball.
"Outlook hazy. Go to bed and face the nightmares about knife-throwing candles and get on with it."
Anjin-san off.
Here's something -
:: how jedi are you? ::
Just in case you were ever wondering, just how the jedi the fuck are you? It appears my forte is being completely calm, bald, and cutting the head off of overhyped losers in blue armor as if it ain't no thang, baybee. The weekend treated me pretty fairly, as I got to be the hero of a Mr Bloyd Kleen when I swooped in and wrested control of a 106-man tournament away from a Mr Jon Bancroft of "I really don't understand how to pair opponents" fame. Bloyd and I kicked the ass off that tournament, although the actual (fucking annoying and boring) task of entering the results will be my personal hell these next two days.
I guess I'm just killing time at this point. I'd really rather not head to bed. I haven't gotten a single good night's sleep in weeks, and I suppose it's time to quit making excuses to myself - those wonderful chronic nightmares that completely fuck me in the head are back and missed me soooo much. It's like that annoying friend from high school who somehow moved to the same place as you and raids your fridge when you're not home.
Or it's more like dehabilitating visions of the most disturbing and terrifying things I'll ever see every night.
Either or.
So, anyway, I find myself a little conflicted on the topic of sleeping. On one hand, I can get at least some rest and get one with my time. On the other, I can just stay up for several days in a row like I used to, which minimized the trauma to about three or four sleep cycles a week. Of course, back in the day, I wasn't working in a collections call center all day and then coming home to tax the hell out of my brain in order to write material for a vast gaming world on a deadline. It's really times like this I wish I had a magic 8 ball.
"Outlook hazy. Go to bed and face the nightmares about knife-throwing candles and get on with it."
Anjin-san off.