Hello, Destructoid, I've made my first blog. Not my first ever, not by a long shot, but all my previous blogs died and are buried in the backyard of Itemforty's house.
For my first blog I was going to write about video games or something, but I am not in the mood at the moment.
"But PointingDevice, how can you not be in the mood to talk about video games?"
Because I had to stay up until 6am working to no avail, and then get up early to drive to the in-laws place. I like the in-laws place, but being this tired makes everything sour.
"But PointingDevice, I stayed up until 6am last night drinking and pwning nubs in TF2. SPIEZ ROOOL!"
Yeah, I guess spies are cool, but let me explain my situation and why it may differ from yours.
I have a child, you see. He is 4 months old and looks like this:
Sweet child, all things considered, but his arrival into this world caused me to get a night job, so's the woman could still work, see? So I did that. Real good job, let's me work whatever schedule I need, and work from home. Pays very well, too, which is always a plus.
Anyway, what this equates to is my wife goes to work in the day, leaving me to tend to the child until she gets home, in which case I start working until about 3 or 4am. Sleep for about 5 hours, and repeat. All week. By Friday I am so exhausted that I just want to bite strangers. Bite them on their stupid stranger faces. I'd let my child bite them too, but he has no teeth, so I think everyone would wind up disappointed. Point is, I have that in the life's plan. "Hey boy, I'm tired and irritable, go bite that strange woman over on that park bench. Atta boy."
Therefore, I'm pretty tired. That's my post. I'm tired. Maybe next time I will write about video games and some of you will like me. To get that started, here's a quick sketch I did of some cats and mice in a revolutionary-war era peace treaty... Temporary as it was, but that's a story for another time.