So I fell into a depressed state of mind over the weekend and couldn't stop myself from trying to feel better in a way that never fails:
(Yell this with me monotonously and loudly like a robot with broken volume)I OUGHT SHIT TONS OF GMES
I spent $140......got 33 games or something like that. A lot of it was on Steam. A few things were on the 360 and the One. Oh, how happy I was when I decided to commit with the list of games I cut it down to. Originally I wanted to just spend, spend, spend; you know that one arm over your head, cocked back ready to fire, shaking in a tense manner? Found myself with a fist full of quarters ready to chuck at my Xbox One. That's how you successfully make a purchase. That or your shove dollar bills through the disc loader. I didn't, though. Cut it from over $200. I was happy!
Then....it caught up to me.
I don't have time...
I am getting farther and deeper and darker into a hole that is being dug with a ferocity and speed that I have no control over. After a while, out of the depths you can hear a raspy "my precious" from the well of my despair. And yea! You guessed it, I am clutching my original Playstation 1 because I still have games from THAT generation that I haven't finished or touched. I hate myself. =]
...my hell will be arthritis so bad I won't be able to pick up a controller.
To the sunny days ahead...that I will shut out with the blackout blinds in my room. Just kidding, I kind of can't wait for spring and summer. I have plans of visiting you. All of you. Without warning.
The Monster Under Your Bed, Oinkbat
PS, I'm writing dramatically, but feeling comic, don't take it literally.
Posted by oinkbat
on 20 March 17 at 05:27