i just -have- to

"gamer's blood marches through my veins, like giant, radioactive rubber pants. the rubber pants command me! do not ignore my veins!"

i've been bitten hard, and the speed of my metabolysm has insured quick, easy spreading throughout my body, and deep into my core components. the combination of counterstrike and grand theft auto 2 have given me cravings. real cravings.

i was on time for the bus this morning, and -- DAMN! my chair keeps falling apart! -- started on some work. the dog and i made the rounds, work related (with a social element, of course), which included putting out a fire in a trash can (damn smokers! - he says, lighting up), and introducing the dog to a real server farm.

on our way back into the light, our commander saw us. in the middle of the square, surrounded by people who know all of us, he screamed at us for constantly milling around together (the dog is known as my shadow), and explicitly forbade us from doing so in the future. the place was filled with muffled chuckles at our commander's expense.

lunchtime was amusing, as the dog extended his clumsiness and dropped a tray filled with food all over himself. he then came up to me:

the dog: "sir! permission to go home and change uniform, sir!"
me: "no. it's funnier this way"

lunch sucked anyhow, and we spent the afternoon in office working. except for when i was forced to wait for responses, and i played gta2. i'd forgotten just how much i love that game. way cooler than no. 3.

i left for home straight away, and got here about 6.10, *just* in time to meet with the landlord and contractor. turns out i don't HAVE to leave the apartment, but if i want to stay i have to decide soon. if i do, my rent will increase by $60, and i want to explore options of moving closer to the city centre.

i spent the evening talking to friends, performing my internet routine, and playing counterstrike... oh, yes. and watching a couple of episodes of the wonder years. what a GREAT show.

must run - off to buy smokes, then it's worktime. tomorrow morning i have to be up at 5.45 to go to the medical base to get my exemption from patrol duty and carrying all the gear.

oh, yeah - and it turns out we can get the m4a1 sometime in november / december! maybe it'll be like a birthday present...