it's a convoluted mess
So many nights I go to bed, fall asleep, wake up, look at the clock, and want to cry. It’s only been a couple of hours since I fell asleep and it feels like it should be so much later. I’m so bloody tired I just want to sleep…I just can’t. Most nights I force myself to stay in bed. I toss and turn, straighten out the blankets, flip my pillows for a cool spot,… Keep reading…Clockwatching…
I keep trying to write something here and it keeps coming out the same: whine, bitch, bitch, whine, bitch, whine, whine, bitch. And a little extra whine thrown in for good measure. So I leave it sit for awhile, reread it, try to fix it, leave it sit, read it again, and delete it. Because I certainly don’t want to read it. I’m not going subject anyone else to it either. How is that different… Keep reading…Lather, rinse, repeat…but wait…
Red Dead Redemption aka Grand Theft Auto: Wild, Wild West Or as I like to call it: Grand Theft Horse Bob borrowed Tommy’s copy of Red Dead Redemption and has been playing it for the past week. I didn’t see all of it as I was distracted by other things, but I saw most of the story. I have learned many things watching Bob play this game. A.) I could NEVER play it myself, simply… Keep reading…Grand Theft Horse…
I don’t know how many emails I’ve gotten now about my Battle.net account, asking me to verify my information for one reason or another. I don’t even have a Battle.net account. Bob and I quit playing WoW before Blizzard made the switch. Bob hasn’t received a single [spam] email regarding his Battle.net account. Probably because he doesn’t have a blog (or twelve) connected to his email address wherein he talks about playing WoW. This little… Keep reading…The Spam Files: Wow…WoW…