Excessive

No sleep, Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow all evening and all night and all... something, until now.

It feels like there's been a bunch of bad things happening one after another lately, and on top of that I haven't been feeling that great, both with feeling sick very often (probably due to bacon) and feeling down (probably to do with things going wrong lately). I've been having trouble feeling motivated to do anything at all, including things on my to do list. I've been having trouble getting motivated to eat as well, having not eaten supper in a few days, and I rarely have lunch. I dunno, I guess I just haven't been doing that well lately, but I'm sure it'll pass.

I haven't really been writing as often as usual, and that's because I haven't been doing my checklist, and that's because there has been a mix of unexpected drama, Michelle had lots of days off (it seemed), and other events that aren't normal and screwed up my routine because they aren't normal, so... I'm going to get back into the whole routine thing starting today, which I've already done, having finished everything but writing an entry.

Today was chill yo. Lots o chill.

Today was a surprisingly crappy day... there wasn't one thing that made it bad, but just a combination of a lot of mediocrity that made it so blah.

Prince of Persia: Warrior Within

This will be the first game I'll talk about that I most recently acquired, as it's the game that I was just playing, so it's fresh in my mind and ready to be talked about. Of course, I've only played the very beginning and first few save points, but it's already made an impact, so I think I can safely talk about it.

New games! Hurrah!

Yup, playing games rocks! Burnout Revenge is the game that I've played the most so far, and it's waaaaay more fun that I thought it would be, and I thought it would be a lot of fun, so figure that one out!

Still pissed that someone who called me friend stole my stuff. Still pissed. Filled with hate and rage and all that.

Three separate times I've looked everywhere in my apartment, moving the couch, behind the tv, inside the tv cabinet, inside a box of old VHS, under shoes, on my book shelf, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, three separate times and I've still come up empty. I don't think I've been this angry in a long time, and I can't play games, I can't sleep, I can't watch TV, all I can think about is how angry I am.