Sleep’s been kicking my ass today. But in a good way.

See, I took my sleeping pill like a smart fox this morning, and it has opened the door wide for me to finally catch up with my sleep debt.

And the interest payments on that debt are killer.

So I have spent most of the last 12 hours asleep. Deeply asleep. The kind of sleep that is like a cross between a fever dream and the visions of a prophet all rolled up into all the fun and excitement of being in a coma.

The kind of sleep that leaves me so messed up when I wake up that I am not sure I would qualify as sentient. A huge part of this massive mind of mine is still offline and working on that sweet sweet REM, so there’s little more I can do but take care of my basic needs (food, toilet, reading) and then go the fuck back to bed.

Luckily, with each subsequent awakening. I get more of my brain’s CPU back as, I assume, the stack of missed REM sleep cycles gets smaller and takes up less room.

So right now, I am operating at about 70 percent capacity. I have more of my brain free than still blocked, but there’s still a considerable lag to my thoughts and it feels like part of my brain is still asleep.

This time, I will not wake the Dreamer. He needs this.

I’ve ordered some Indian food from the same place as last week, Karakoram. That’s a huge compliment coming from me. I normally would never order from the same place two weekends in a row.

Unless I really like their food. Ergo, Karakoram.

This time, however, I am ordering more food so that I don’t feel like I made a huge mistake by paying for delivery when that money could have gone to FOOD.

This time I am getting TWO orders of those amazing samosas plus an order of garlic naan. Take that, The Man!

As of this exact moment, it will be here in 47 minutes. Plenty of time for me to finish blogging and put some pants on.

I suppose I could do the “answer the door nude” thing that I understand is shockingly common. These days, any kind of delivery person ends up seeing a lot of naked people and their naked bits.

Porn must be at least be partly to blame. All those “I hope you wanted EXTRA SAUSAGE” scenarios probably a cumulative effect on the zeigeist.

People have beenmaking enjoyably lewd assumptions about delivery people ever since there have been delivery people. They are, after all, strangers who come to your house on demand, and that automatically puts you in the socially dominant position, and so some people start getting sexy ideas about them.

Hence all the “milkman” jokes of a previous era.

The reality, of course, is that these people are working for a living and have a tight schedule where the more delvieries they make, the more $ they make, and they are highly likely to want to stop for a quickie.

Some do, though, I am sure.

AAAaanyhow, that kind of add behavious is not for me. I don’t want any part of making someone’s evening worse.

Ergo, pants. Pants galore.

And probably a shirt.

In video game news, the big headline is that I bought Shadow of War, the sequel to a game I loved called Shadow of Mordor,

I didn’t even know the game existed until it popped up in a sale by Fanatical. And it was only twenty bucks, which is right in my price range and about a third of what it normally is without a sale.

I did a quick check on Steam and on Metacritic to see what people thought of the game, and in both places it got a high rating, so I pounced.

And then got a shock when it turbned out that the damned thing is 93 gigs in size and took 16 hours to download, PLUS I had to uninstall stuff to make room for it.

Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I have had to do that? Make room on the hard drive then wait 16 hours to play the thing?

At least twenty years!

Then, because of the sort of day I’ve been having, I didn’t end up actually trying it until late afternoon. There would have been no point in trying to play it when I was mentally handicapped by my sleep backlog.

And I probably should have waited longer as I only had the energy to make it through the intro bits to the game proper before having to go lay down again.

It seems pretty awesome so far, tho.

The other recent addition, that Assassin’s Creed Unity game I was talking about yesterday, wilkl have to go on the virtual shelf for now. The two games are too similar and I don’t want to learn two different control schemes and risk getting confused.

Plus, speaking of control, I have found that the game lags on me control-wise. Input and result can be as much as 5 seconds apart. Sometimes I can completely take my hands away for my keyboard and mnouse and my dude just keeps going.

Like he suddenly has his own ideas.

I dunno how to fix that. Probably by lowering my graphics settings, which would be super depressing because its Paris seems so very real now.

Oh well. I would rather have the controls work than have to deal with controls that bad.

I was warned that this was a notoriously bad port of a game to PC.

They were right.

:Luckily, it doesn’t matter because I didn’t pay for this one. Ubisoft gave it away for free for a while in honor of the Notre Dame fire because the game has Notre Dame in it.

I am really looking forward to that, given the game’s level of realism.

And it was big of Ubisoft to give away the game for free.

But I can back-burner it for now while I work on Shadow of War for now. A game in which the controls DO work.

Well, that’s my words. Right now, what I really want to do is stick my head in the fan and go back to sleep.

But I can’t do that until the food arrives.

Food then sleeping! I can hardly wait.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

Now where are those pants…