9am after 5am...

I seemed to have found the perfectly unhealthy combo of N+, Call of Duty 4 and Transformers on HD-DVD. With this whimsical cocktail of stick-men jumping on giant balls (...circles?), destroying people online (who at this time I must think are ALL from the southern states), and Megan Fox in hi-def I've decided that being a complete fucking zombie all day at work, even if it isn't a real change from the norm, is worth it. A 5am crash-time left me with a dream about Optimus Prime and a nightmare about "lasers" that look like they're stolen straight from Space Invaders, and a look in my eyes that is comparable to that of a street-walking picadilly whore.

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I'll be shooting the shit about Video Games, Video Games, Donkey Loving, JJ Rage and his many wonders, and my 2nd case of crabs on here on a random basis. Enjoy.