Excessive

I should be writing, I should have words flowing from my fingertips; I sit here feeling empty and numb, although I occasionally turned and pet sleeping Marle and she makes a little noise and I smile inside.

Work was okay, I suppose it's always better than I think going in... it was just a buffet that Jeff had left me to put out (or Travisisisisisisis). I pretty much just worked on getting things done to make tomorrow easier, as is always the goal.

I left work at 8:45pm and stayed downtown for awhile. I ate McDonalds and listened to an episode of Rebel FM for about an hour, then I caught a bus home.

I had a bath, watched Star Trek: TNG... then I played Alan Wake for the first time, and it felt weird to play a console game. I didn't feel as comfortable with the controller... I kind of felt like a noob. The game seemed cool, although a bit dark... I understand that's like, the entire theme, but I really felt like my eyes were straining sometimes to see things. It was kind of interesting to be absorbed into a story, it's so different than playing WoW... it may be difficult to get into the habit of playing console games, but it might be worth it. I need an escape. I've finished my programming stuff that I do late at night and get lost in, and now I'm kind of left feeling lost with nothing to do.

I'm now watching Jimmy Fallon, wondering what I should do with my night, how late I should stay up, and what work is going to be like tomorrow. I want to watch SNL tomorrow night but I know that always makes me tired the next day, since I always have to wake up at 6am on Sunday. Ah well, it all depends on how I feel Saturday night... sometimes I'm not that tired, other times I have a headache from hell and just want to go to sleep.

I wish I could write more but I really feel like it's all gone now.

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