Blast it
May 20, 2002
I woke up at 3am and rolled around in my bed, listening to George Noory talk about nothing for an hour. I realize my attempt at going back to sleep will be useless unless I accomplish three things: peeing for one, getting water, and of course, updating in the wee hours of the night. A few hours ago, Dennis and I finally finished off that damn ss2 game. It was funny because we only had about 10 minutes of gameplay left where we left off but we put it off for two weeks. We’re going to attempt Baldur’s Gate next. Apparently it stays quite true to AD&D (except stupid elves and be resurrected). I will of course be a fighter with the possibility of being a paladin (which is just a variant of the fighter class anyway). Why am I always a fighter? It’s all about the swords. You can shoot your stupid slings and sing your damn songs (bard) but for me, it’s always the clangs of the blade. Bah I don’t have anything else to say other than I really should get some sleep.
