Anger gets me nowhere. After my crying jag at work yesterday I dragged myself to the nearest Timezone Arcade to vent out and lose myself in the thrill of the game.
I played House of the Dead for hours, wasting some good bucks on the game I’ve been playing since highschool.
It felt good to see the zombies slam back at the force of the bullets I fired at them. I couldn’t help but wish I could do the same in real life. Oh well.
