I want it on the Wii!
As usual (for me) a rousing game of Never Sleep Again! (the home version) is followed by Nightmare Visuals II - now available for all major consoles. (The bigger-picture timing is right off, but that's neither here nor there for the moment.)
Today, for some inexplicable reason, Dan Whitesides had me chained to a stake in my best romance novel cover attire and was flicking cigarette butts at my face, where they would become bees and fly into my ears and also set my hair on fire. What did I ever do to you, Dan, huh? I never chained YOU up to a stake and flicked things at you, now did I? No. I may have a possibly unhealthy fondness for your shoulder and arm area, (as I am wont to do, do not feel special, guy who has magic dream nicotine insect powers!) and this is how you choose to demonstrate the skills behind said area for me? I do not approve of this message.
Also, once I stopped maniacally clawing at my ear to remove the dream-bee-butts, I realized it could have been worse. He could have been singing the alphabet.
Thankfully I am off this evening (of work. I'm just plain off most of the time.) so sleep is not a pressing issue. Later I'm going to go sell some things at Half Price, because I am poor, poor, poor. I am not entirely sure how it is that I resolve to not be poor and yet still am struggling with my poorosity year after year. I don't want to bitch about it because 1. it's my own damn fault, and 2. everyone seems to be having such a pisspoor week right now, but I've got a 'plan' (Step 1. Find some money. Step 2. Do not spend said magical fairy money.) and it seems like the best way for me to actually do something is to make it not exist entirely in my head. So, as LiveJournal is my witness, I will never go hungry again because I may have forgotten about three very large bills coming out in the same week and spent up all my money AGAIN oops. At least, for values of never that equal once I dig myself out of this hole I made. Come on, overtime!
Today, for some inexplicable reason, Dan Whitesides had me chained to a stake in my best romance novel cover attire and was flicking cigarette butts at my face, where they would become bees and fly into my ears and also set my hair on fire. What did I ever do to you, Dan, huh? I never chained YOU up to a stake and flicked things at you, now did I? No. I may have a possibly unhealthy fondness for your shoulder and arm area, (as I am wont to do, do not feel special, guy who has magic dream nicotine insect powers!) and this is how you choose to demonstrate the skills behind said area for me? I do not approve of this message.
Also, once I stopped maniacally clawing at my ear to remove the dream-bee-butts, I realized it could have been worse. He could have been singing the alphabet.
Thankfully I am off this evening (of work. I'm just plain off most of the time.) so sleep is not a pressing issue. Later I'm going to go sell some things at Half Price, because I am poor, poor, poor. I am not entirely sure how it is that I resolve to not be poor and yet still am struggling with my poorosity year after year. I don't want to bitch about it because 1. it's my own damn fault, and 2. everyone seems to be having such a pisspoor week right now, but I've got a 'plan' (Step 1. Find some money. Step 2. Do not spend said magical fairy money.) and it seems like the best way for me to actually do something is to make it not exist entirely in my head. So, as LiveJournal is my witness, I will never go hungry again because I may have forgotten about three very large bills coming out in the same week and spent up all my money AGAIN oops. At least, for values of never that equal once I dig myself out of this hole I made. Come on, overtime!