Fiddle-faddle

You know what I just did? I just finished the closest thing to a tactical masterpiece that I will ever accomplish. Not that that's particularly close, mind--my tactical mind is one of my weak points--but it was exciting. Exciting except for the part where it meant I sat here for two hours while I coordinated the movements of my little units, with an emphasis on flanking the other guy over and over and over again. Sure, it was pretty engaging, but it also ate up a couple of hours, and I'm supposed to be contemplating signing a lease on an apartment that I will probably visit again tomorrow afternoon. Argh.

I hate when my timing is off and I screw myself. In the booty.

By the way, I failed to properly sacrifice swearing for Lent. I visited John on Friday and said lots of bad words. I also visited John yesterday and said more bad words. I think I might try to pretend the whole thing was supposed to start today. Just so that Jesus will still love me.