December 23rd, 2006

Moa: The King of Destruction

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Well, it wasn't a bad day. I made it to the hospital to get checked out, and they said my ribs are bruised at worst, as I suspected. They gave me a prescription for a narcotic, which I don't intend to fill. Other than that, it was mostly making the trip home and settling in, with some video games to keep things interesting. I watched Curt play some Dead Rising and Mom play some Wind Waker (with some direction when she started to get frustrated, such as the hide-and-seek game with the Killer Bees), and played a little bit of Budoukai Tenkaichi 2. I finished the first case in Touch Detective and got to try several different brands of flavored water. And I was reminded of the stereotype of Mexican immigrants working in the fast food industry, which I'd completely forgotten about because it doesn't seem to happen in Indiana. Curt's right - we should have checked the sandwiches before we left. Not a mistake I plan to repeat.

It's early yet, but I might just try to get right to sleep. I might be able to pull it off.