I gotta admit it. I am just dog tired. At the same time, I am practically bathing in the glory that is Modern Warfare 2. As my prowess (rank and experience, not to mention weapons and perks) improves, I itch to get back into the fray. I think I get it enough to venture into some other game modes. Did I mention that I sent back the headphones? The lack of volume control was ultimately incompatible with my ranking of…Sergeant.
The sad thing is, with the long days of Christmas Break, entertaining children and extended family, avoiding strife and dysfunction, I am just completely beat. And as any Aging Gamer knows, it's pretty much 9PM before you can even think of heading to the Man-Cave for fragaction. And don't forget that you must, on occasion, submit to quality time with one's spouse.
The adult in me also realizes that there are other things to do than play video games: reading, educational thingies (depending on your occupation), getting through Season 5 of Six Feet Under. This is a complicated life. And at the end of the day, there is often little else to give to the Console Gods. The French playwright Antonin Artaud said, "Don't tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.” Yeah, well I'm hardly founding a culture. I'm just trying to hold a house together, cook a meal, tuck in somebody, and find a little game time.
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