This morning I saw a hunk of turkey carcass laying in the street. A small team of pigeons was eagerly picking away the meat, heedless of their vaguely cannibalistic actions.
I believe the tone for the coming week has been well and truly set.
I’ve decided to carry on the grim momentum with a new vow to myself: I shall learn to enjoy the SaGa games, or I will die trying. To that end, I ordered a copy of Unlimited SaGa as soon as I got to the office. On the plus side, it was only $2.80. On the down side, I could have bought a coffee for that money, and its brief caffeine perk would probably be more happiness than any SaGa game will ever bring. But by cracky, my mind is set. At least until my short attention span shifts to something less personally harmful, anyway.
In happier news, GameSpite Issue Two is shaping up to be so freaking epic that I’m gonna have to cleave it in twain. Forsooth, verily, etc. The first half should go up Wednesday. Unless it doesn’t! Enjoy the crap shoot that is life.