Well, it's been a sort of harrowing week. I know I should be scared, or worried, or something like that. Frankly, I've been kind of happy. There have been a few more hits on Rav's game, thank you guys a lot for checking it out. I'm tempted to make a permanent spot for the download links on the side of my page, so people can get it whenever they want.
I know, likely, some time this week, I'm probably going to have to visit a doctor. If I don't manage to weasel out of this one, I have a feeling that I'll be coming home with a new prognosis on an already lackluster life. My mother revealed to me this week that there is a rather significant chance that I might have inherited a disease from my dad's side of the family. I'm not going to go into details on what the disease is, with the exception that it would explain a lot of the problems I've been having over the last few months.
On top of that, I've had a sore throat like nothing else this past week. Screw the disease, I hate feeling like I have a hedgehog crammed in between my lungs and stomach. All this sick time, and being home alone has given me time to reflect. Reflect on what it is I'm working towards, and what my future is supposed to be like.
It made me think about those bastards who have it all, and still want more. They're oblivious to the fact that kids kill themselves because they can't live like that. People are actually dying out there because they can't touch something and make it theirs, while other people, seemingly regular people, are allowed to own anything their dear eyes rest on. People included.
I went to see Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy on opening night with some friends. There were supposed to be more, but I ended up third-wheeling with my buddy Jason and his girlfriend Danielle. Oh, and my ex was there, all her friends in tow.
Wow, what an awkward night. And I was sooo damn thirsty, a large pop wasn't even enough to slake my eternal thirst for the carbonated soul of this planet. I ended up driving home in a daze, wondering where I had just been, and why the fuck I had left home, just to be coming home three hours later none the wiser for it. I always make a point that I rarely leave the house if I don't have to, and last night was the perfect example why.
I was tempted to break out the Smirnoff's I had stashed in the basement, and then I thought better of it. There's going to be a darker night to make use of that stuff. Oh, and whoever said that getting drunk makes you more appealing should be drug out and beaten with their own beersteins. Being a fucking moron does not make you cool.
And then there's the angry drunks who will want to fight all five of me to prove that being a drunken retard is actually the hip thing to be. Way to go guys, my faith in societal influence rests well with you.