Emanicipation

Yesterday, I took a cue from the AA people and decided that my life had become unmanageable and that I was powerless over Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. The defeating of that addiction, though, was fairly straightforward, and didn't involve any higher power. I just took the game's DVD to work. Since I don't have an Xbox at work, problem solved!

Yesterday evening, with the evening hours stretched out in front of me, waiting for me to fill them with something other than driving around, stealing cars, and/or shooting people, I decided to tackle the mountain of dishes that had piled up into the sink and were overflowing onto the counter.

Then I cooked myself a nice dinner, grilled chicken (the kinks of which I'm finally worked out) with a tossed salad and some kind of unpasteurized Spanish goat cheese whose name elludes me. The French are right about it, too. Unpasteurized cheese makes the pasteurized garbage we get here seem like cheese-flavored toothpaste. The unpasteurized stuff is just filled with flavor.

Not that that's necessarily a good thing. Dog poo is also filled with flavor. But this tastes way better than dog poo.

Anyway, this is just a ciruitous way of point out that updates have been sparsed here, as I'd gotten totally immersed in the seedy underworld of a fictionalized California/Nevada. Now that I've beaten that demon (for now), I can get back to my life.

Such as it is.