Resurrected Doom

I swear, I come back from the offline dead more times than Cloud Strife with a Phoenix Down IV.

Heh.

Great. I'm only blogging for three seconds and I'm already emoting grotesque amounts of nerdiness. There's a time and a place for that: conventions. Anyway...

I don't have terribly much to share. To be pointedly honest, I think I just wanted to hear the comforting sound of the keyboard clicking. Internet Junkies everywhere can attest to the effect that sound can have on you. And given my demanding work schedule as of late, I should really just record the sound for my damned iDoom and be done with it already.

*sigh*

Today's my first day off in the span of thirteen. The mere concept of free time has become something of a dim memory, but I daresay, I'm sure I'll find something to do. Be it the shiny stack of new anime I have sitting on my desk, or the badass emulation of Super Mario RPG I have sitting in my hard drive, I shall immerse myself in profound digital escapism.

Escape from what?

This may or may not be a question asked.

There are only two words that can properly answer that:

Black. Friday.

I already pseudo blogged about that nightmare, so I shan't repeat myself, but needless to say, I'm less than enthuisastic about the latter end of this week. Granted, I don't think I'm ever actually enthuisastic about anything, so perhaps that makes the point irrelevant.....huh...

I guess even in downward spiral one can still talk in circles.