1-7-08 Meta-bragging

"I don't want to only talk about beating Halo as my four sentences tonight," I say while carrying old hard drives and computer equipment out to the garbage area behind my apartment building. I have Katie on the hands-free headset, and I'm in a t-shirt and jeans because it's been so warm today.

"Well, could you put it in as a P.S. or something, like, 'I beat Halo, to be continued'?"

"Well, that would have to be part of the four sentences, too," I say, dumping the last of the old software CD's into the garbage and walking back up the steps to go back inside.

12-17-07 - “Squaaaare eyes. Turn the oth-eh way. I don’ wanna see. Ya criy-y-y.”

Played too much “Halo” again last night, and I finally understand the appeal. It’s like starring in your very own action film.

I still haven’t taken the air-conditioner out of the window from this past summer, and the duct-taped board I used to block the outside air from getting in has pushed half-way out of the sill. The wind comes in cold around the board right above where I sleep, snaking down onto my smiling face as I sleep all snug and warm beneath my comforter.

12-16-07 - ghosts on my retina

I woke up after the long party at about 1:30 in the afternoon, which is the latest I've awakened in several months. The wind was blowing hard outside, a real "nor'easter", I was told. I could hear it hooting at the windows and wooshing around the cracks in the apartment, like it was thinking idly about how to get in and tear the walls down.

I stayed inside in my pajamas all day and played "Halo" until, whenever I closed my eyes, I could see the images of the hundreds of aliens I'd murdered, dancing on my retinas in ghostly afterimages.