I’ve been feeling very antisocial the past couple weeks – so much so that even interactions through the internet are more than I’d like. I’m probably a tad depressed. This is my professional opinion based on not wanting to get out of bed in the morning and generally hating all activities I enjoyed only two weeks ago. Not to worry though – I’ve been through this forest enough times it might as well be named after me.

Poverty and obligations are the only thing keeping me from locking myself in my room only to emerge when I feel less like a grumpy and sullen bear. The kind of bear that doesn’t roar at you for awakening him or stumbling into his territory but rather just stares at you sadly – which is your chance to make tracks before his moody contemplation turns to thoughts of mauling and how satisfying an angry outburst would be in the short term.

I’ve been playing a lot of Lord of the Rings: Online lately. The repetition of “kill monster, loot corpse, buy better gear, repeat” has been a nice distraction from adult pursuits like yelling and/or arguing with people over this or that. It’s much easier for me to maintain a level of anger that energizes rather than drains when I’m acting as an advocate for someone but when it’s my own ass on the line I tend to tire of the arguing and just look sick dealing with it.

If this keeps up, she’s going to cap your asses on my behalf – promise.