Devious Darts

Well, I was invited to a LAN party last night. My good buddies were holding a nice little four-person party (that number holding if I were to attend) and were going to play Doom together. I heard of Doom, of course. Did I ever play it? No. Actually, I can barely visualize any screenshots of the game in my head. I'm going to have to pull up Wikipedia quick. Hmm. . . now that I have actually viewed some screenshots, I have to say that the game does look very familiar. Maybe my brother owned it and when I was about six years of age I would catch glimpses of the gore from demons being splashed across the screen. He could have possibly owned a different game that borrowed the same graphics style. Anyway, I didn't go to this LAN party because I wasn't feeling too well. The past two nights I had gotten so tired that I felt insanely crappy. Did you ever get a headache from being too tired? Well, I had that, but it was like migraine quality. It hurt to look at light. It got so bad that I just turned from my computer, jumped into bed, and stuck my head under two layers of blankets to obscure any traces of light. 

I witnessed some 'America's Funniest Home Videos'-quality material today and wished that I had a video camera on me at the time. Let's just say I was in the bathroom. There's a long window in the bathroom. I parted the curtain on the side of the window to allow some morning light to filter into the room as I didn't turn the light on. Whenever I can see by natural light I take full advantage of it. Anyway, I'm sitting there and my big male cat, Pepper, waddles over to the window. Pepper's train of thought at this moment is, "Ah, great! The window is open! I hear birds chirping outside! It must be spring if the window is open. What a glorious day! I'm going to jump into the window and lay down on the windowsill while I observe the migration of the birds." Well, unfortunately for Pepper, I only said that I moved the blinds -- I never opened the window meaning there's a pane of glass there about to meet Pepper's face. And literally, Pepper jumped into the window. Before I could react, Pepper jumps, finds out the hard way that the window is opened, somehow turns around in midair (this feat happened so fast that I couldn't see how he managed to do that), and landed safely on the floor again. He then walked away, lied down on the floor, and realized how stupid he was. So I'm sitting there a bit longer and my one tabby female cat, Patches, comes waddling over to the window and had a similar fate as Pepper. I knew what was going to happen here so I tried to warn Patches my tapping on the window and indicating that the window was not open and that there was a pane of glass there. I even told Patches this. Sadly, the cat is not fluent in English. She jumps and somehow while she's jumping realizes the window is not open, kicks her back feet off the wall, does a spin, and lands safely on the floor. I have no idea how cats do that! However, I realized today that my cats are mentally retarded. Well, not all four of them. Patches and Pepper are siblings though so that explains a lot. 

I'm going to go kiss a llama now. See you!