Soo, every once in a while, I get fuzzy. Not touchy feely fuzzy or shave before the squirrels make a nest on me kind of fuzzy. More like everything around me is happening and I'm just watching it. Not really being part of it. This last weekend was quite dysfunctional, so maybe it has me stunned. Ugh, I still don't know what happened.
Anyway, forget about that. Mom gave me a stupid Mahjong Games CD-Rom for my computer. I accepted it. DOH - D U M B. Like my life wasn't turned upside down with Tetris? Like memories of hours on Dan's couch playing Mahjong didn't come flooding back. Just me and the mouse being one with the screen. It was beautiful.
I could have thrown the disc away, donated it to the library, flung it at squirrels, but nooooooo. I had to at least check it out. Right? So, I've been playing, here and there, River, Slider, Memory, more and more, and last night I spent four hours (until 3 in the morning) playing Kumaki. (In bar terms - Q-Shot.)Granted, this really isn't very long in true gamers terms, but I'm trying to point out that it's been awhile since I've been sucked into the sickness.
As you know, or will now, there's no strategy to this game whatsoever,(well, I s'pose you do set up for points) but there's no saving the world, no shooting the dogs to hear them whine, no cow tipping, no character saying "How's My Hair". Just click, click, click until the computer says there are no more moves. Well, apparently my computer has all the right moves, because it wasn't ready to quit and it never did. I finally walked away. Will I step back to it tonight after work? Maybe.....Probably....No, I can say No. I am strong. Of course there is a possibility that Mike "accidentally" closed it out today, which I suppose would be a good thing. This is soo sad. I need to make it go away. I mean there is so much I could've gotten done in those 4 hours. (I don't know what they are at the moment, because I've blocked the list from my brain.) However, I know I could have been productive, accomplished something, made a difference in the world. Well, MY little world. (Warning:Drama scene) Sniff, but those hours are gone forever,(arm raised to the forehead) never to be gotten back. Wasted away like, like, like, well things that waste away. (Collapse to the floor with a deep moan)- And my click finger is sore.
Now I am at work reliving the experience. Using THIS time to be productive, get things done, and make a difference in the world. Uhm, or something like that. Yum, Dill Pickle chips and Creme Soda. So much for my health. Time to play with the kiddies. Hee hee hee.
So where was I. Oh yeah, I'm kinda fuzzy today.
music: Tragic Kingdom