I wanted to stay in bed all day, but after after 11am I realized I needed to get up or else I wouldn't be able to go to bed tonight.
So for the first hour I was up I stumbled around a lot half asleep. I now have a bruise on my ankle from ramming it into who knows what and in the process managed to break a finger nail while scratching my nose.
I wish I was even kidding, but alas I am not.
Finally about 1:30pm I was mostly awake, and had a nice shower, but couldn't figure out what to do with myself. Solution? I decided to play Halo online and it was a disaster! I'm not use to planning team matches, just playing through campaigns.
......As a result I managed to kill a few off my teammates with a grenade, accidentally jumped off a ledge giving the other team a kill, and managed to blow myself up with a rocket launcher. (hangs head in shame.)
I guess that's what I get for neglecting my video game playing as of late.
It is a good thing I'm not in the army or any other strategically important combat unit for real.I would be the one person who loses it, goes running into the field on a kamikaze mission to take out the bad guys, but fails due to screaming "Where the heck do you think you're shooting? We are all hiding over there!"
Yeah.... After today's gaming disaster that would be me, giving away the location of my team mates and leaving a horrible trail of "good guy" carnage.
...However, I eventually did manage to remember "how" to play and after reconfiguring the controls to what I'm use to managed to actually get some kills in. I even got first kill a couple of times and a killing spree. Go me!
Finally it was time to retire from the Xbox for the day and spent time with the boyfriend and his little munchkin daughter. She was quite crabby the majority of the day. After we finally were able to get her to take a nap we took her to the park for a little while and introduced her to the slide and swing.
She freaked out the first few times she went down the slide even while riding on my lap, but after that she adjusted.
Then came the swing.........
I have never heard a child scream bloody murder at the top of his or her lungs like its the last thing they will ever get to do. It was crazy. Ya know; if it would have been someone threatening her for real like another kid, or an adult threatening to spank her for being naughty or something she would have hit the kid or cried a little. This though was like life and death. I think the munchkin saw her life flash before her eyes.
We immediately stopped the swing of course and helped her out of the kiddie seat.
The rest of the day was pretty boring and lame. I had to do my stupid dishes and take out the idiot trash, but other than that I spent the majority of the day sitting on my lazy butt watching television or dazing off into space.
I did a lot of space dazing today. More than usual. In fact it was like on big cluster-**** of useless not connected events and things that it made for a seriously warped day dream. I mean for REAL!!!
How many people can claim to have spaced out long enough to dream about being trapped in outer space on a ship with human eating robots (for fuel) and a handful of vampires that for whatever reason do not want to kill you, a human, because they all think your like the next coming of some demon god of the afterlife?
Then bam! Next minute you are sitting in a college lecture hall eating popcorn while wadding up paper into little spit bullets and shooting them towards the chalk board. Instead of a professor being there you come to realize that in fact it is some kid you "creeked" in high school who is twice your size. He is chained up and screaming "I want my mommy!"
I am NOT on drugs either which begs the question.. .. Have I lost it? It's like losing your marbles and not knowing where the heck they are....
Unless your my father.........
We all know his marbles were found in my brother's closet by my mother and put into an empty, clear, glass lamp with a nightshade and now sit on the television in the dining room for all the dinner guests to see.
It definitely makes for one interesting dinner topic to break the ice.
Dinner guest: "What are those marbles doing in that lamp?"
My mother: "They were my husband's marbles and I thought they looked interesting so I took them and put them in there."
(Pretend there is a picture of marbles here. Couldn't find image I liked.)
Over the years I have come to terms with my insanity and have fully embraced it. I have decided that I am not the crazy one. It's the normal people who are.
So next time you think you are normal... think about it again. Do you really want to be the one in a straight jacket? There is no such thing as normal any more. Normal is just too scary.
....... I'd pay to see a horror flick about that :)
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