I'm horrible at coming up with interesting things to write about, as now DT is on a rampage (a very apropos description, considering his next scheduled post) and I'm left thinking about whether I should buy a new game and critique it or if I should go with one of the aforementioned virgin topics. I am also incredibly tired, on account of 6 days of class in a row, 8 hours apiece. Unfortunately, this 6 day stretch that just passed is merely the halfway mark, and I have another 6 more days starting at 5pm. Bah.
So anyways, as I'm coding, Mizura signs on AIM and informs me that she is available to talk, since we haven't in awhile. We touch upon all sorts of things, from my closet romanticism to her sudden and determined perpetual single status. Talked about our winter breaks, and possibly that new Sherlock Holmes movie. MMORPGs, Dragon Age (hah.) and how cold it is in our respective homes. And then, at about 5am here, as I am fighting double vision, and trying to locate a memory leak and dynamically allocated memory issues, she asks me the question: "What is your definition of love?" Women seem to do that a lot. Like they know when they can get you to say something stupid, and they strike with precision and crippling alacrity, ready to log something away in the little black book.
Ugh. No way I can answer that in this state. I told her that I was off to collect my thoughts and whatever marbles I had not yet lost, and bid her a goodnight, taking a raincheck on her question.
And now, I have to decide whether to drop money for a video game or not. Damn it.
I'm also hungry. And very sleepy.
