» Thu Aug 12, 2010 1:28 am
I have nothing to do these days but wait. The cat hates me, I lost my job to a damn robot (okay, so it was a couple of convicts out on work release)... and living with my folks at 23 is downright depressing (when it doesn't make me homicidally enraged, that is). Every day since I got fired, I've been sitting here wallowing in my pool of pity waiting for something to come along and make me smile again. The only thing that has kept me busy, is the continual search for -something- I'd like to do as a career... so that I can finally stop amassing student loans and get a 'Real Job'. I needed something else.
Something to feel good about.
And then I saw the Teaser Trailer for Skyrim...
Instantly, the doom and gloom were gone... replaced by a warm, tingling sensation which flooded my skull with all kinds of terrifying seizure-like side effects. My words wouldn't formulate. My thoughts and my actions couldn't seem to line up.
In that one moment, I was rendered utterly catatonic.
And now, here I am. Every day. Watching and waiting while the community gets more and more riled up like an angry nest of hornets. So excited have we all become, that we lash out at one another for things what, given any other day, we might not have bothered noticing at all.
Anticipation. It's all anxiety and anticipation. It makes madmen of us.
It makes men mad at us.
Mikes ment at madus.
Moving on.
I don't know who you are, SpynalTom... but I know the depths to which we can all be sunk. Sanked. Sinken.
The need for more becomes like an addiction, and the only drug that sates it is information. Any information. Any mate for intion. Nothing but more, more, more will fill that hole now, and the maw grows wider every day.
Cling for dear life while you can, because we still have a long haul ahead of us before release day is here.
So much time, so little to do but wait.
PS: We love you too. In a hateful, spite filled, utterly platonic sort of way.