Excessive

I think about writing all the time, and that's not an exageration... I actually think about writing in my head for a good portion of the day. I think about sentences I would write, things I would talk about, phrases I'd say, topics I'd cover, and it goes on and on in my head, and I essentially write entries in my head as I go, and then I get home from work, have only a couple hours to do anything, and before I know it, it's too late to write an entry, or there just isn't a time I could.

Today turned out to be a bit of a struggle, which was surprising because the day was kind of set up to be relaxing, but my mind kind of screwed it up for me. My thoughts are racing, I feel desperate to create something but can't concentrate, I tried working on a few things and it only ended in complete frustration.

I slept in today... how often have I started writing with those words? It seems I've been having quite some difficulty with the practice of sleep. I've been having difficulty becoming motivated to go to sleep, and I've been sleeping in much later than I would like, or waking up and being unbelievably tired, to the point of making poor decisions regardless of consequence.

I think I almost died last night, for serious. I was doing okay after work really, I was relaxing on the couch as best I could, talking to Ally while she watched New York, I Love You, one of my favorite movies this year, but just as I was doing that, a headache hit me, and so I closed my laptop and laid down, falling asleep on the couch almost instantly, but when I woke up, not sure when as I didn't even look at the clock, I just had such a bad migraine, I felt so sick. I took a couple tylenol, changed into my pijamas and just moved to the bed. I spent the entire night tossing and turning, pressing on my head for relief, sitting up in bed, slamming my face into a pillow, trying to get comfortable, to feel any kind of relief, and it was just torture. I was in such pain, such discomfort, that I just wished I could have called in sick, I almost wish I could've just shot myself in the head, it just hurt so bad. Around 3:30am, I was still rolling around like a mother fucker, and I got out of bed, took three more tylenol, drank a glass of lemonaid and then got back in bed to try and sleep. It took awhile to get comfortable but I eventually fell asleep, and woke up at 6:15am, my headache was still there but I could feel the tylenol holding the headache back, like it could return at any second, but at the time I had a bit of relief, so I had breakfast and went to work.

It's a friggin two part gift! OH GOD!

Last night was one of the greatest tv nights ever (Monday nights are usually awesome but this one was especially sweet).

I had half an entry written up, an entire retelling of Saturday night and what happened, how they managed to pull off on of their best shows... the details.. everything, but my comptuer froze and I lost it all... so fuck that shit. I'm in a bad enough mood as it is to sit here again and write out the same shit.

prier from La Pucelle

Lately Nippon Ichi has captivated me and have completely caged my soul, and threw in a PS2 and their games as punishment. In other words, I've been unhealthily addicted to all Nippon Ichi games (a japanese game development company), La Pucelle, Disgaea and Phantom Brave. All are SRPG (Strategy Role Playing Games), all feature hilarious humour, mind blowingly deep gameplay and replay value you could have sex with. The graphics in all of the games are handdrawn 2d sprites, beautifully drawn and molded into the world.