Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Well, as will probably be customary for the next few weeks, I went to see Nikki this weekend. I took her and Jo to the hospital in Cov, hung around the waiting room for a while, and then Jo left with Sue, so Nikki and I went to the carvery in Binley for a hearty meal, then came home and watched the first half of “picture perfect,” a Jennifer Aniston vehicle wherein she played the one character she’s capable of playing, in a horribly contrived plot so irredeemable that we went to watch Angel on Nikki’s laptop instead.

On Sunday I did the usual rounds of people who get to see me when I come back home, and then went back to Nikki’s fixed her wayward internet connection and came back here where I continued the pokemon game which I have become addicted to. I became addicted to pokemon once in my life already, and I have a distinct memory of playing either Pokemon Blue or Red over and over and over. I decided to skip playing Pokemon gold and silver, because of how badly the predecessors had crippled my life, and by the time pokemon ruby and sapphire were out I was totally cured. I thought. Ian, like some kind of metaphysical demon of temptation, downloaded the new game and started playing it. I assume the desire to get an emulator and games was related to lack of cheap GBA’s materialising the other day. Anyway, the more he asked questions about pokemon games, the more my lust to play them again was stirred, and I’ve since clocked in a good 20 hours of gameplay since around Wednesday in the damn thing, doing exactly the same crap over and over again as I did several years before. The fact that I consider myself a relatively strong-willed adult should show how utterly overwhelming the addiction is. Quite why it’s legal for children to play this game is beyond me. As we discussed pokemon further, it turned out both ian and I used to watch it in a haze every mornings during A-Levels, when Pokemon was shown on Sky One. In a fit of nostalgia, we watched a couple of the cartoon episodes too, and now Ian’s systematically downloading them. I’ve stopped short of actually paying for anything pokemon related, though I did fish out the Pokeball keyring Josh bought me from America a few years back, so let’s hope that quells the lust for merchandise in advance.

Speaking of being strong-willed (ahem) I just bought Buffy S7 from Play.com. I was going to wait until I had more money, but they just listed it for a promotional price of £30. At that amount, I can’t afford not to buy it. I’ll just get an overdraft extension or something… Once this arrives, I can officially stop worrying about buying Buffy DVD sets. It will be complete. I’ve only got two more Angel ones to buy and presumably, by the time those are out I’ll actually have some money. As ever, part of me looks at my pixies ticket in one hand, eBay in the other (less literal) hand, and finds it hard to jusitfy the net losses made in attendng the gig rather than selling the ticket, but then you can’t BUY memories like going to the first UK pixies gig in a decade, right?

RIGHT?!

It’s making me feel a little more stupid about that Ash ticket, though…