Today
I slept terribly due to being sick but called in and got the day off, which should slightly balance things out.
I tried to play Metal Gear Solid 2. As I was playing I heard the incessant buzzing of an insect that diverted my attention away from the crucial boss fight that should have fully occupied my person. I kept trying to ignore it and every so often the mocking of the behemoth fly would subside only to recur with intensified vigor. I felt ever so clever when it finally flew between the window and the shutter which I closed off to imprison it. I felt victorious and relished in my cunning.
I took a shower after having congratulated myself, but realized I was out of shampoo. There is a cupboard right by the shower stall and as I pulled back the curtain to retrieve my spoils, there was the fiend. The same goddamn fly was right there. Waiting for me. It escaped, followed me without arousing my suspicion, and was right there, right outside the curtain. It proceeded to follow me into the stall wherein I caused quite a fuss. Now that fly may or may not still be in my house. Bugs are awful and I hate them.
Then I ate a mound of delicious 7 cheese tortellini, because one cheese is not enough to placate my discerning palate. I subsequently went to play tennis. Right after. While sick. Bad idea.
Went home to relax with some Indigo Prophecy. Not a relaxing game. Hate real-time events. Am going to find that fly and kill it to vent my rage. Goodnight, internets.
