Entry for 19th December, 2007

So far this evening I have not played Medieval Total War. I am feeling twitchy. I know that just a mouse click away barbarian hordes are rattling their tiny shields and waiting for my command. The way I see it, they were made for one thing and one thing only - to fight. It almost seems cruel not to send them into battle. It is like having Louis Armstrong in the cupboard and not giving him a trumpet.
However, I am going cold turkey today on account of having sat up until 1am again last night. (The pesky Vikings were troubling my flanks.) As a result, I feel like my brain has turned into two large marshmallows - a white one for the left hemisphere, and a pink one for the right. Instead of neurons, my thought processes are now controlled by minuscule tortoises, crawling very slowly between the marshmallows. The only thought they are capable of carrying is etched onto their tiny shells in crayon.
It reads - "Sleep."