Paint and Doom

I'm sorry I haven't written in the past ... 13 days ... but I've had two visitors, Kate and Dan, and I've been unpacking stuff ... still. Hopefully, once I get my refund from NYU, I can get a bed and a desk and we can finish with this room. That'll be nice.

The living room and hallway are almost completely painted. There is only one wall left. Of course, I haven't painted anything. I just sort of comment on how nice the paint job is. JJ has painted everything.

Matt lent me a copy of Doom 3. I just spent five minutes standing in the exact same spot shooting into the shadows to make sure that there were no monsters hiding there. The game is fucking scary. I can't play it, I'm so scared. This is like the time that my dad and I went on the Alien Encounter ride at Disney World where they have the speakers and steam vents and stuff all around you to stimulate your imagination and scare the bejeezus out of you ... I don't remember what I was talking about. Oh yeah ... Doom 3 is like that ... it's dark and scary and the sound freaks you out.

On a lighter note, I spent an hour and a half at the DMV today ... at 8 in the morning. And for my efforts I was rewarded with a license that makes me an official resident of the state of New Jersey. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'm not gonna waste any more of my waste-able time writing on a blog that only I read.