I'm bad. I bought myself Metroid Prime today. I did some Christmas shopping too, mind. It's a bad thing for me to do,
because I promised people I wouldn't buy stuff for myself until after Christmas. Not that I actually asked for games (I
should have, really. But then I'd have to give suggestions. It took me almost an hour to decide that I wanted Metroid
Prime).
The rationale for my purchase was so that I'd have something to do next week, should I get bored at home. (And avoid
fighting with my sisters... Not that it'll help. They'll likely demand their turn). I was going to get a game for the
GBA, but I couldn't really come to a decision. And Metroid Fusion was on sale. And I wanted to get it anyway. I don't
want to take the PS2 home. I just don't want to move the thing at all. I'm running under the assumption that the 'Cube
is more durable. I'll probably take the GBA home too. Maybe I'll get a game for that after Christmas.
This Christmas thing kinda snuck up on me unawares. I had meetings at work practically all week last week. They were
kind of important too. That kind of overwhelmed everything else. I even forgot to book off holidays. I'll have to do
that tomorrow. I'm supposed to be going home Friday.
I want to do something creative. I just can't get inspired. Maybe getting away for a bit will help that out...
I forgot to turn on my alarm last night. I woke up in the middle of this dream in which I and Morgan Freeman (?) were
running around as soldiers in this futuristic dystopia (maybe because I started back
into Ender's Game last night), which somehow segued into a Seinfeld movie. I don't even
like Seinfeld. The implausibility of that was enough for my subconscious to interject a "Hey, isn't today Monday?
Shouldn't there be an alarm or something about now?"
I checked the clock and it said 9:55. I got into work at about 10:30.
It seems appropriate punishment, then, that I'm going to have to force myself to get into work at 9 for the rest of the
week. It's going to kill me, but my demi-boss is up from Chicago and there are going to be meetings. Lots of meetings. I
don't know how I'm going to stay awake.
I gave up and picked up the Vice City hint guide yesterday (I wanted to get the with all the secrets), along with a
couple of novels by Charlotte MacLeod (who
wrote Rest You Merry). I'll start into them when I'm done Ender's Game.
I had a migraine most of the day yesterday. I could really do with some more sleep. And better air. My neighbour across
the hall has decided that everybody should experience her incense, and has left a few sticks out in the stairwell for us
to enjoy. I hate incense. Bad enough when she was keeping the stuff in her apartment. I realize the stairwell routinely
smells bad, but not it smells bad with incense. She's probably smoking pot. I hope the landlord sees it and does
something about it.
A week of <6 hour nights isn't good for me. It's not my fault. I finally got into Goblet of Fire. I read before bed, you
see. I started months and months ago, but I was struggling to get through the first 100 pages. Now that I'm about three
quarters of the way though, it's a bit harder to put it down at night. Staying up till 2am doesn't make for a productive
work day, even if I do drag myself in around 10.
Neat book, though. I can see what they mean by it getting darker. On the surface it's still pretty light and fluffy.
It's the undercurrents that make it interesting. I hope J.K. knows what she's doing. She's building up a lot for the end
of the series. It's pretty easy to blow it in that sort of situation. If she pulls it off, though, it'll be wonderful.
I should be in bed now, actually. Besides Harry, I haven't been sleeping well in general. Yes, there's the bed, which I
should do something about. There's also, I dunno, pent up nervous energy I'm not dealing with. I dunno. It would help if
I actually got some exercise or something. Sitting around all day doesn't do anything for me. But it's too damn cold (
and slippery) to go out walking much. Stupid winter.
My mom keeps telling me to get a membership at a gym. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm quite self-conscious enough as it is.