I’ve tried several times to write something, but it just keeps coming out as excessively bitchy. So I delete it and try again.
Christmas is one week away. I’m not even trying to pretend that I care. I’m just incredibly…FEH…about any and all holidays that require leaving the house and cramming into someone else’s house with too many other people.
And I’m not hosting anything.
So don’t ask.
Tuesday started the early access for Star Wars. Bob and I have been playing all week. I’m a bounty hunter tank, Bob is an Imperial agent healer. We kick ass on heroic-grade quests intended for four players.
Friday this showed up on our doorstep.
That would be the collector’s edition of Star Wars: The Old Republic. The game doesn’t come out until the 20th, but retailers are shipping pre-orders early. I’m pretty sure that’s mostly because people are fucking cry babies and Bioware (and EA and Lucas Arts) keep caving to the unwashed masses.
Inside the big box is the game…3 discs…in a fancy metal case, the soundtrack, a map of the galaxy, the journal of Master Gnost-Dural, an account authenticator key, and a statue of Darth Malgus. There are also a number of in-game items associated with the collector’s edition, as well as a pre-order bonus or two. We got two of those boxes. One for each of us. This is our new MMO of choice. This is how we’ll be spending all of most of our downtime for…however long we damn well please.
Bob’s been on vacation this week. He goes back to work on Monday for four days and then he’s off again for the rest of the year. I get so spoiled this time of year with his vacation time.
I am freezing. I am always freezing. My latest anti-freezing attire of choice is long sleeve shirt, hoodie, two fleece blankets, and my Eeyore slippers. Meanwhile Bob is sitting next to me in just a t-shirt and he’s perfectly comfortable. Something is wrong with this picture. Once the temperature starts dropping more and staying there, I am totally turning the heat up.
Because I am fekking COLD.
Also tired.
Because no matter what I try, I can’t get my body to agree to anything resembling human sleep habits. I just want to go to bed at night when Bob does and STAY THERE all night without waking up after two lousy hours of sleep and being WIDE! AWAKE! until some inopportune time when I hit a brick wall and have little choice but to crash because my eyes are actually crossing and rolling back in my head from the extreme tired.
Did you know it was possible to start dozing off while sitting upright at your desk playing a video game…in the middle of a battle no less? Because I have totally done that countless times this week.
I’m telling you, I am the most talented person you know.
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