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When I woke up today, I really didn't feel like getting up. When I finally did, I still didn't feel like doing anything. After I checked my messages and had some quick dinner (mom's home made pizza, which was very good), I went outside to play some 'ball (force of habit, more than anything). I knew there were a lot of good players at some other courts in this town, but I didn't feel like traveling (or anything else, for that matter), so I stayed at Bakkersplein (which is a one minute walk from my door). Even though I had energy and passion worth shit, my shots kept dropping. I think I could actually have had a good game today.
At a certain point, Mikey said he was going to McDonald's. Since I was extremely bored, and remembered the coupons for free burgers that my uncle gad given me about a week ago, I decided to join him. It had been ages since I've been to the Mac, and I was remembered how unsatisfying their food is for me. Eating a Big Mac® is like taking a zip of water — not stomach-filling material like Burger King's Whopper®. It was good way of wasting time on a useless Sunday though.
When we had been playing 'ball again for some time, some freakish five year old came playing outside. I say freakish because he had a scary look, and he wanted to punch and kick me for no apparent reason. One of the kids that was playing 'ball with us (Tim) appeared to know him and said his name was Damien. Son of Satan? Go figure. It appears he also has an older brother, called Sid. Maybe it's just me, but I think this name also has a devilish ring to it. Oh well, they went away, and I didn't even have to pierce a hole through their chest for it.
Just when I thought I could relax a little, it appeared that Mikey had been invested with their evil. He was playing with my phone — first calling some girl that send me an SMS later asking me who I was, and then calling my brother and talking a lot of bullshit to him (luckily I saw him on MSN Messenger later and could explain what the hell was going on).
When it was about time to get considerate with thy neighbours (they've complained about the noise a bouncing basketball makes a couple of times, and we've agreed to not play after 9/9:30 P.M.), I went home. At home, I still didn't feel like anything. I guess I was pretty depressed, actually. Then my mother comes telling me I'm not depressed, or selective depressed
— whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean — I got very upset. Instead of becoming sad, I got very aggressive. That's very unlike me, normally, but it has happend before in this period of my life. I've been told it's also a sign of manic depression, so I guess it makes sense. I think I gave my mom a scare (which is fucked up), but I think she understands because not much later, she brought me another home-made pizza... yay!
In lighter news: Every time I think the Gamers.com Message Boards era is finally done for, somebody revives one of my favorite boards. This time it was Squip who did another nice job on AnythingGoes (with the ironic new slogan just FUCKING DIE ALREADY
). It sort of inspired me to get my hands dirty on the board formally known as AcjBizar's Paradise
again. The board brings back good memories of some early day CSS and DHTML hacking (and a lot of flaming [D] and BS'ing [D]) — maybe I'll use it for a quinea-pig one more time, for old time's sake.
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