Apparently to counter the very nice and encouraging uptick in my daily writing work now that I’m back home, my maturity level took a nosedive last night.
Swan dived right off the plane with nary a parachute in sight, I should say.
I stayed up until 2am playing a video game… a superheroes video game (not even something grown-up-y like Call of Duty or the like.)
And worse yet, I enjoyed the heck out of it.
I had no idea what I was doing, mind you; but I was punching and clawing and horse-collaring and drop-kicking caped folks with a giddiness ferocious in nature.
It was all rather alarming.
And fun.
Loads of fun, actually.
So, condemn me if you choose… just remember I have a nasty roundhouse kick combo up my gaming sleeve.
Crap, how old am I again?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, 43 years old and falling fast
