Excessive

My nose hurts, I spend more time thinking up a title no one reads, and fun with games.

The weekend was tiring... exhausting even. I remember being in a daze, being... just out of it, but running on auto-pilot for the second half of the day. I don't remember what I've written about and what I haven't, so I'll just glaze over certain boring things because I don't particularly feel like reliving them in my head.

Saturday after work I came home and had an insanely uncomfortable experience involving naps, headaches and sickness. I feel as though I got food poisoning, but it could've been something else. I got really bad indigestion, and got all sweaty and uncomfortable, and at the same time I was exhausted from work... I kinda slipped in and out of sleep, waking up to alarms and snooze buttons, unsure of where I was or what time it was, feeling so physically terrible that I thought I was being tortured. I felt so shitty, but I had to be up for 9pm because Kyle was coming over to pick me up with Tom, and we were going to see 3 Inches of Blood at Call The Office. I took three T1's, and had a snack, even though I felt like crap, and I got picked up and we went to the show.

The show was great, and 3 Inches didn't go on until around 12:00am, which kinda sucked just because I was so tired, and had to open the next day (wake up at 6:00am). Bekki joined us around 12:00am just as they were going on, and got to enjoy their awesomeness. I picked up a shirt, and got home around 1:30am, and pretty much went to bed right away, feeling really off, really weird... a feeling that has kinda stuck with me since.

Sunday was a crazy busy day at work, with 109 for breakfast, brunch, two lunch buffets and a second brunch down at the CVG. It was a non-stop work day, where there was always another event to start on, to keep going... in all honesty about half way through I kind of got broken, I was in a daze, couldn't think straight... I was sore and aching, unable to really put together thoughts, it was pretty bad. I got a ride home at 3:30pm, and remained in auto pilot for a little while. I have no idea why, but I worked on house stuff - chores - for a bit when I got home. Mostly because I had to move the bed back to the bedroom, and then I wanted to vacuum under the bedframe before I moved it back, and since I had the vacuum out, might as well vacuum everything right? I did the dishes, did the litter, did a load of laundry, and did a super deluxe vacuum of the entire place. It felt good to do it, but I have no idea where the energy came from. I wanted so bad to just lay down and sleep, and I even laid down out of desperation a couple times, but my body hurt so bad that I don't think I could've fallen asleep if I wanted to. I knew if I sat down to relax before doing the chores I wanted to do, I wouldn't have been able to get back up.

I got up around 9:30am today and had a normal breakfast. Since I did chores the day before, I spent most of the day playing games - which is what I wanted. I started playing Half-Life 2, WarCraft 3, and continued playing Borderlands and I guess those are the three games I focused on today. I could get into my experiences with the game tonight, but I feel as though I wouldn't have the time or patients to do it right now, so I'll hold off until tomorrow. I mean, I've played HL2 and WarCraft 3 both before, so it's not like they are new experiences, but I do have a new perspective and opinion on things, so there is stuff worth writing about. I'll do that tomorrow I think.

School tomorrow at 1pm or something... not sure if I'm getting a ride or not, guess I'll find out when I wake up. When I get home from school, I'll do homework and then play some more games... that's my plan at least. Sounds good to me.

I feel sad and can't quite put my finger on why.

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