Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Nikki and I had Seb and Rachel over for a few hours on Sunday, for what loosely passes as socialising in this post-university world we live in. Sadly this sort of thing happens way too little, but occasionally it’s hard to set time aside for us to see our friends when sometimes we barely get to see each other. The plan is to go see Paul and Relly in a couple of weeks, and I can’t even remember the last time we did that. Far too long ago, anyway.

 Today was the last day of the long weekend Nikki and I had off work together. I used to favour getting Fridays off work so that the week ended early, but I’m coming to wonder if having a Monday off isn’t far more sensible. I’ve done nothing today, but unlike the Sunday lethargy that sets in, Monday has been far more charged. Maybe it’s just looking out the window and seeing an empty street, and knowing everyone but you is back at the grind. Maybe it’s just that the shadow of God weighs on a Sunday. Who can say?  I mean, Fridays at work tend to be a bit of a doss anyway, so I might revise my habits in future.

One thing I did do this weekend was finish off Trauma Center, after being driven nearly insane by the harder missions. It’s a decent little game but I finished it in around a week of playing, which includes a day lost to a corrupted save mode. What it really needs is an “unecessary surgery” sandbox mode where you can do more complex things like organ transplants just for the hell of it. After a brief flirtation with “Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney” (verdict: Looks fun, but tediously slow interface. Worth picking up when DS emulation gets decent and it can be run at double speed.) I made the switch to the comparatively simple japanese arcade game “Puyo Pop Fever” in order that my life might further resemble Genshiken, since the game features within an episode quite prominently.

Another event that needs to be footnoted is my second haircut in 6 years. Here’s the first and Sunday was the second. To be honest, it’s about the same length as in that photo at the moment. Nikki hacked off a bit more than I was thinking (again) but I’m happy with the results, since now it’s an even length and I don’t get it caught on stuff when I’m lying in bed. I doubt it’ll be another three years until the next one, the plan is to try and keep it tidy as it grows this time. Seb and Rachel assured me it didn’t look stupid, anyway, and I trust their relatively objective opinion. Even if my crappy trainers did get mocked.