For those of you who saw what was apparently another really angry post, I feel I should clarify that it did not refer to any overriding desperation or frustration with my life. No, no, it was much more trivial than that. See, the computer beat me four straight times at NBA Street 2, each time by the minimum two points. There was nothing I could to stop them on defense. Seriously, I'd had a few drinks, just wanted to play some video games, and the fucking computer's cheating. Bullshit. So, I smacked the wall and startled the cat as I walked to my room, then I hit my door with my fist and put a small hole in it. Cool. Then I wrote that bitter, bitter post. Yeah, file this under things only boys do.