And I’ve been outed! There’s a reason I don’t own a Playstation 2 or a Windows PC capable of actually playing the latest breed of 3D multiplayer games. I’d get absolutely lost in them. I’d get addicted to them. I wouldn’t leave the house. Or bathe. Or go to work.
I’m at a LAN party right now, but I showed up a little late. The party started Friday at 6:00 PM and I didn’t show up until Saturday at 8:00 PM or so. It’s now Sunday morning, 9:00 AM, and I just woke up. I’m up bright and early with a refreshing three hours of sleep in me. I’m the only one awake; everyone else is still comatose and passed out on miscellaneous beds and couches around the house. At least, the lucky ones are. The latecomers got the carpet with their sweatshirts for pillows.
Sometime between 6:00 AM and now the local Battlefield 1942 server went down and I’m unable to get connected to it. Deacon was kind enough to let me take over his machine to play and, since I can’t get back to sleep, I figured I’d get some practice in on the game. It’s the first time I’ve ever played it and it’s fantastically addicting.
Either way, since the wife has one of her girlfriends over, I may be here for a while getting the gaming thing out of my system.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to go sit back down and become a zombie…