Video games can be such a cruel mistress. Which is strange that I say that, because I've never been a computer/console game guy, except for the original 8 bit Nintendo and the Colecovision of the 80s. After that I just was interested in other things. Most of my experience is really just watching my roommates play Playstation or mess around while the whole house booms with explosions from three other guys playing Counterstrike against each other. I suck at Halo.

But, my brother likes computer games and he uses my laptop with some of his friends every now and then. So last week I'm sitting there and click on the "Return to Castle Wolfenstein" icon on my desktop and, crap, I haven't been able to stop. This is one of those very poignant lessons in how you always have time for what you really want to do. If I looked in the game summary of how many hours I've put into the levels I've completed so far, it will probably be insane.

So, tonight the Wolfenstein goes bye-bye. Hours and hours of running around sniping German soldiers in the head is just not what I need. Which is hard to do because I'm right at the point of fighting Deathshead's Super Soldier. Geez, how retarded does that sound when I say it out loud?

What was I doing before I got sucked into this vortex? Reading Proverbs and riding my bike. What am I doing the rest of this week? Reading proverbs and riding my bike. Thanks God for the wakeup call.