@Bob: Indeed.
Old movies on the tele? Check.
Cold beer nearby? Check.
Progress in D2 all day? Check.
A dozen resumes printed and ready to go to galleries around? Check.
Now, all that's needed is some food (maybe), and enough beer to keep me occupied for another 5 hours or so.
Good times.
Edit: I needs another LongHammer.
It appears I've lost all of Khalim's body parts that Ricky found (again) today. Grrrr. Grrrr. I'm bothered, and consider this a sign that I should quit playing D2. but that can't possibly be it.
Maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't participate in tourneys? But they're so much fun! Especially when you kill off 871305872058234058 toons in A2 Normal, then finally get one to A3, and then get fried by some sort of wacky software malfunction!
Most likely, it's not a sign at all, and just some sort of wacky software thingy.
In any case, I'll have another LongHammer, thanks.
And when I finish this one, I'll move on to an Arrogant Bastard.
Cheers, bar! :guiness:
Definitely not a sign at all, since I was able to dig through the backup folder and find the most recent Ricky with body parts. Good times.
Does not mean, however, that I'll stop pounding booze.
Arrogant Bastard, here I come!
Jeez! Where are the barflies?
I'm surprised that I'm still able to type coherently. . . I think doctors call this 'vigilance.' Despite staggering around and largely unable to concentrate, I'm still at about 90% in most respects. This is what made wisdom teeth removal absolute torture for me . . . despite 5 times the amount of painkillers as the man in the alcove next to me, the Dentist was forced to call in all of her assistants to hold me down while she yanked teeth from my head. I screamed bloody murder and swore revenge. Good times? Not so much.
Oh well. . . Bedtime.
Night, bar.