Since my last post tonight, I’ve done a very irresponsible and lazy thing: I’ve spent 2.5 hours playing Kingdom Hearts 2 on my PS2. Two and a half hours of my life are GAWN, swallowed up by a video game.

The worst part is that I feel absolutely no guilt or remorse over it. I enjoyed it. This game lets me fight alongside Captain Jack Sparrow in the “Pirates of the Caribbean” world, alongside Hercules at the Coliseum, and all kinds of other evil Disney fun.

(I don’t really think Disney is more evil than any other corporation… but this is a partnership with Square Enix, so I don’t think it’s AS evil. Still evil, though. Evil evil corporate America!!! Tsk tsk.)

ANYWAY - yeah. I got into the fighting with the pirates and decided it was time to save the game and quit for tonight. No more fun for me. Except for this fun. And a glass of water. And a book. And Harry Potter (#1) playing in the background to provide ambience.

Speaking of books, let me digress for a moment to share my new favorite passage from THE book… that’s right. The bible. Or Bible. However you prefer to do it. I don’t know whether or not it’s a proper noun when it’s alone - in “Holy Bible” as a title, yes, capitalize! For pity’s sake! Otherwise? I’m not sure - grammar and non-religious fervor get their wires crossed. I’m certain there’s an easy answer… I’m just overthinking it as I remember back to a priest running my confirmation group having an affair with a girl’s mother, and the other fun things that, in the end, chased me away from the church.

SO. Here’s my new favorite bible verse, courtesy of BibleGateway.com. It comes from 2 Kings 4:34 (New International Version for those of you who concern yourselves with these things) and it goes:

Then he got on the bed and lay upon the boy, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands. As he stretched himself out upon him, the boy’s body grew warm.

When taken out of context in this fashion (and in the modern day), it’s positively dirty-sounding and not at all indicative of bringing someone back to life. It sounds like the beginning of a witness statement in a child molestation case or something.

It’s 9:24. I’m going to do my nails and then settle in with a book. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive to caffeine; I could go for a chai right now. Ugh. Oh, well. I’ll have one in the morning… mix it up and take it in a thermos to work. I have a really good thermos - one of those “bullet” style thermoses in brushed aluminum that honestly keeps a beverage steaming hot for 8 hours or more (I bought mine at Borders almost 8 years ago). I used to carry one to campus with me and the tea I made in the morning at 7 a.m. would still be steamy and hot when I sat down in class at 4 p.m. or got on the train at 7 p.m. Just how long it remained hot depended on how often I opened it. That absolutely stands to reason.

Shit. I forgot to take my medicine at lunchtime. Another reason not to have caffeine… but I will have a nice glass of cold, filtered Brita water. I’m living the high-life now.

This is how I roll, yo. Peace out. A-town.

21:39 Addendum: I suddenly recall that Tionne “T-Boz” Watkins of the group TLC had a book of poetry called, “Thoughts”. There was some truly inspired crap in there and I’m going to see if it was ever published in paperback. If so, I might need to hunt down a used copy on Amazon and purchase it since there’s no way I’m paying even close to $14 for it. There’s one poem in particular I wish to share with the world at large and it’s called, “The Groupie.” I seem to recall that it contained a line that said something like, “what makes a woman want a man for fame and cheese / money or a name / bitch, please.”

Inspiring. I say.

OK. I am honestly and seriously going to get to bed now. It’s time.