I’m doing my best, honestly. I want to write this story, but I also got really smart and picked up Batman: Arkham Asylum. Guess what’s on hold.
I’ll do my best to beat this game, and then I’ll do my best not to pick up any more games for a while. I have so many ideas, but who can resist the lure of the Batman?
Also, the folks upstairs must be doing some kind of hindu ceremony. There are people chanting at around 730 at night, and it continues for about an hour. Then it sounds like a herd of elephants testing the strength of my ceiling joists for the rest of the evening. I’m sure most of the thumping noise is coming from the eternally crying child. People keep telling me I should have kids. The kid upstairs is an argument against it. Nobody has yet given me a compelling argument for it, except that kids are cute. (I agree that other peoples’ kids are cute. They remain cute by leaving me the hell alone.)
Soon, story, I’ll come back to you. We have so much more to discuss, and we’ve only just begun.