Friday night game. Fun, but it seemed like everyone was a little bit off — maybe it was all the bombing, maybe just that a few people weren’t feeling very well (I, personally, am worried for my friend for whom the doctors seem unable to provide answers). I don’t know. Still, there were good bits (Rey and Jackie were pretty damn funny towards the end), and as Margie said “Right, let’s go after some evil that we can DO something about.” Catharsis.

Saturday night. Worst game session of this decade. Gah. Bad idea from the get-go. Still, it was nice to get everyone over to the house, even if the whole idea (let’s have Doyce run a game starting at 11pm) was flat out silly.

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I used to come home from jobs I didn’t like and play Doom II for an hour or two immediately. You didn’t even want to talk to me until I had that worked out of my system. I really haven’t been in that sort of place in my life very often. Maybe right towards the end of working at ProCard.

Maybe this week.

While everyone was over on Saturday, I was messing around with the Star Wars Pod-racer game. That felt really good. I went back to the computer yesterday and started the game up again for a few hours. It was easily the most relaxing thing I’ve done on my computer for the last several weeks. Simple tasks, definable goals, lots of crap to look at, and you don’t get even a split second to think about anything but the game — no time worry about the software Beta, or WTC, or anything.

Pure. Heaven. I was so relaxed afterwards, I felt like I’d been given a massage.