Some shits been bothering me
-but I have no idea what it is now. I was sure I was just wading through a creek of my usual malady; treasure lust, but nooooo! I have to have some reptitive problem that won't go the fuck back outer space.
I pretty sure it has something to do with the specs being down and out. I can only see so far away and for the first time in a long time glasses feel like a real handicap- fuck you if you don't like the word 'handicap' by the by.
Now, I'll often go for hours at a time completely unaware if I'm wearing the glasses at all- sometimes I'll even go to adjust them and find them missing but I haven't had to be without for days at a time in a while and cripes, but it's hitting me hard. A headache that won't leave and a malaise that's infecting my good time.
And NO ONE messes with my attitude but me and subscribed addictions! But nobody!
Tonight I had the small gathering of lame proportions and couldn't do a damn leader-like thing. I sucked in game and at game. I couldn't think of a single clever turn of phrase and scored no bonus points for being adorable. I feel like I craped out on a bonus level in life. The night was set to be at least- at fucking least!- tolerable. Jesus, I let us bumble to IHOP and split the group to get a few beers and managed to fuck it up.
Hey, sure all of the girls can head back to the house while all the guys go out to pick up snackies for Justin- meaning they had to return to the homestead sans GUY WHO FREAKIN' LIVEES THERE!
Bob damn it! I'm so freakin' off and I can't shake it. I might swing to the spec shop and pick up a new set of goggles in the A.M. but no promises. I'll likely pick up some +5 Master Work Peepers if I can- if only I could find the Specs of Random Awesomeness I once had- blast the cur that ran off with those.
*sigh* I can't sleep. . .
I pretty sure it has something to do with the specs being down and out. I can only see so far away and for the first time in a long time glasses feel like a real handicap- fuck you if you don't like the word 'handicap' by the by.
Now, I'll often go for hours at a time completely unaware if I'm wearing the glasses at all- sometimes I'll even go to adjust them and find them missing but I haven't had to be without for days at a time in a while and cripes, but it's hitting me hard. A headache that won't leave and a malaise that's infecting my good time.
And NO ONE messes with my attitude but me and subscribed addictions! But nobody!
Tonight I had the small gathering of lame proportions and couldn't do a damn leader-like thing. I sucked in game and at game. I couldn't think of a single clever turn of phrase and scored no bonus points for being adorable. I feel like I craped out on a bonus level in life. The night was set to be at least- at fucking least!- tolerable. Jesus, I let us bumble to IHOP and split the group to get a few beers and managed to fuck it up.
Hey, sure all of the girls can head back to the house while all the guys go out to pick up snackies for Justin- meaning they had to return to the homestead sans GUY WHO FREAKIN' LIVEES THERE!
Bob damn it! I'm so freakin' off and I can't shake it. I might swing to the spec shop and pick up a new set of goggles in the A.M. but no promises. I'll likely pick up some +5 Master Work Peepers if I can- if only I could find the Specs of Random Awesomeness I once had- blast the cur that ran off with those.
*sigh* I can't sleep. . .