I had a nice Christmas. The haul:
Scribblenauts, which immediately kicked me in the testicles. I finally got through the irritating hand-holding tutorial and promptly got stuck. I had to give a policeman something he would hold, so I drew a gun; but I can’t figure out how to make him take it without shooting him, which neither game not policeman find acceptable.
Several movies featuring Robert Downey Jr. He’ll probably get a shelf all to himself at this rate.
The complete Hitchhiker’s Guide. I’ve been meaning to read them since I was a kid, but somehow never have. Oddly, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency isn’t in there, but I know I’ve got a copy somewhere.
A Hoth lego set, with a motherfucking wampa!
Some coffee, a very large gingerbread cookie, beef jerky, and a tiny wooden box. I told mom I could keep my stash in there, and she replied, “yeah, if you’ve only got one joint.” High-five for awesomeness, mom.
Unfortunately my allergies got the best of me, and I’ve been at home since 5. Currently I’m drinking honey bourbon and listening to Flaming Lips, which is exactly what I did last night. Kind of wish I had some company. I would’ve killed for a few days of solitude and no responsibilities anytime in the last month, and now that I’ve got it…