Why am I sitting here, again?

That's rhetorical, you understand.

My brain's been disfunctional for the last couple days. Apologies if I've been wandering all over someone else's thoughts. I do that sometimes.

Thanksgiving day the boyfriend wants to take me to have a big dinner with his family. I'm feeling horribly agoraphobic. I don't know if I really want to go, but I really should anyway. Human contact good. It keeps us from reverting to primal states and ...hell if I know why that's a bad thing. I guess it would be good to see the outside again. If it wasn't for him I'd be a quivering shut-in, never leaving the apartment if I could help it. Back when I lived with my parents, I rarely left my -room- if it could be helped.
Anyway.

Discovered today the glory of lobster bisque from the local sandwich shop. Lobster bisque is apperently what happens if you take a stick of butter and a carton of cream, mix them, and add tiny shellfish bits and broth. And then dye it pink, because obviously lobsters are bright neon pink. It was good, but now I've got a rather hot, raw feeling in my mouth. It's probably my sinuses self-destructing or somesuch.

Got more writing to do. Feeling kind of weird about it, since all three games I have for review are media (book/movie/TV) tie-ins. It's like Gordy's Glorious World of Capitalist Propeganda around here. Buy the movie! See the movie! Buy the game! Play the game! BUY IT ALL! Throw it in a PILE in the CORNER of your room! We don't care! We HAVE your money! MONEY MONEY MONEY!

...I'm too cynical to be on the internet right now. I'm gonna get a hot shower and think about things.