Ah yes, this blessed and holy when we celebrate a term invented by retail workers to refer to the absolute worst day of their year by swarming to stores all over North America in a mindless consumer friendly and punch old ladies in the cunt in order to get a slightly cheaper big screen TV.
And that’s the true meaning of the season, Charlie Brown.
Myself, I will be looks for good deals on games I want but can’t usually afford. I almost picked up a game called Homeworld for a song because the reviews of it are amazing (93 percent on Metacritic) but then I read it was based around RTS (real time strategy) type gameplay and I don’t care for that.
I need time to think if I am to make strategic decisions. Otherwise I just panic.
Installed Fallout 3 recently, and today I finally got around to playing it. It’s the game that came before Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout New Vegas is largely built with all the same assets and same game engine, just new content.
Had a bear of a time getting it to fucking work, though. Apparently. there is enough of a gap between when Fallout 3 came out (October of 2008) that there are some fundamental incompatibilities between it and Windows 10, and I had to futz with it a lot in order to get around them.
More or less a process of looking up solutions online and trying them till one work.
Ended up watching this video of mindboggling fuckery.
Hard to imagine how things could go that bad that fast. Bethesda was once of the most respected names in gaming, and for good reason. Thye made big, beautiful, top-quality game that become mainstays of real gamer’s collection.
But apparently all the wrong people took over at some point and the company turned from elder statesmen of gaming to a non stop wretched farce of everything wrong with gaming today, and more besides.
Well goddamned great greezly fuck, I am sick.
Woke up from a nap feeling pretty bad. Dizzy and disoriented far beyond my usual post sleep fog. And it doesn’t seemn to be going away, either.
So I am a tad worried. Even just sitting here typing, I feel dizzy, and ever little motion of my head clinging to the bow of the Titanic as it tilts and sinks.
Even just staying focused on the task of writing is proving quite difficult. My mind keeps reeling and swaying off in random directions and I then have to struggle to get back on course once I get my bearings once more.
I get the feeling that I might not be going out to eat with Le Gang tonight. Ibn fact, I get the feeling that I might be doing more more than lying in bad waiting fo the world to stop spinning and settles the fuck down.
I will try yo get my sinuses to drain and see if that helps.
Man does this suck.
More after the break.
Got a bit more sleep, feel somewhat better. Still weirdly dizzy, but not quite as bad, and I cna think better. I think maybe what I really need is fresh air.
Or at least, that’s what I hope.
This is a pretty unpleasant state of existence. I feel like gravity can become malevolent and is determined to have me lying in bed and helpless to its power.
I’ve also been having trouble with temperature lately. Seems like there’s always parts of me that are too hot while other parts are too cold.
That suggests that I have an infection of some sort. Which would suck. And of course, this would have to happen on a Friday night, when my GP is off doing whatever and I would not even be able to make an appointment till Monday.
My limbs feel very heavy. So does my head. It’s hard to stay focused on the screen and the words are cominf very slow, with a lot of breaks where I space out for like fifteen seconds and to drag myself back to reality.
It’s like everything I do, I do fighting my way upstream, like a horny salmon.
All I really want to do so lay down and sleep some more. But not before I get some decent food into me.
Only a fool skips meals when they are sick. And my appetite is fine.
Honestly my only worry is whether I am too dizzy to make the food find my face
Well if I have troubles, I can always just lick it off the floor.
I’m going to try getting up and walking around for a bit, maybe crack a window for a few deep breaths of cold clean night air.
Wish me luck.
Dunno if that helped or not. Time will tell.
Turns out,. the window in my bathroom is already open a hearty crack. So there goes the theory that I was a victim of poor air circulation.
Guess I am just fucked up in the head. So what else is new.
Having a handful of munchables seems to be helping. So maybe it is, in part, a good sugar thing. I can accept that.
But I am pretty sure the main cause of it is my very stuffed up sinuses. I have been and will continue to try to get them to drain and maybe even give me a chance to breathe and relax and think clearly once again.
I think, when I am done blogging here, I will take a few more trips around the apartment then take my shower and get myself into some clean clothes,.
Maybe then, when I am feeling more human, I will be ready to hang out and EAT.
All I know is that it’s 9:30 pm, I haven’t eaten yet, I feel like I am underwater in a fish tank full of Vaseline, I’m still sleepy as fuck, and I want to go spend time with my friends.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.