Excessive

It's 5:36am and I'm not in bed and I'm not tired and it's - again - going to screw up my tomorrow, and most likely affect my moods even more. I'm sitting here, alone, with Tony Bennett on, thinking nothing, feeling nothing... it just seems something is missing. There's just go to be something missing.

I posted a challenge at Godly Gods for people to attempt to beat my best times and scores in Super Punch Out (which is very possible by the way, since I'm by far the best.. that title rests with Ben.) and I guess I can direct anyone interested to the thread - magical thread of competitiveness. Just take a screen shot in ZSNES of your scoreboard, or if you have it on SNES, take a shot of it with a webcam or digital camera and either email it to me or post it in the thread.

For some reason... I want to be back in time, to around 93 or 94, in Toronto, in my Dads place, in my bed (or cot), having a story read to me (what the hell WAS that story anyway?) or listening to my Dad play guitar, and wake up earlier and play Mario Kart or Super Mario World, when it was this beyond magical experience. I am sick of answering questions. I've just never liked it. I just hate it. HATE IT. I'm like a silent owner. I run the thing, but I do so from afar, just watching and only stepping in when it's completely neccessary. I admire independence in people... I think that's why I like Marle so much... out of all my cats, she's the only one that doesn't follow you around, sleep on you, or bug you. She just does her own thing, and if you happen to cross paths, she's happy to say hello and then go back to her own thing.

I guess I'm just fucked in the head at the moment... what else is newe :P

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