I went for a swim this morning before work and I think I have water on the brain... speaking gibberish today and no-one seems to understand what I am on about... They balk at my remarks when I say I destroyed a vader last night, or an undead burnt me to death whilst I was fiddling with my spells... Some of the people in my office also think I'm a little strange; I spend my lunch breaks researching shield designs and asking their opinions on what looks good in the centre, or whether a wooden shield would be better than an iron shield given my equipment burden... Maybe I'm the weird one? They asked me what I did last night and I said co-op with robsthedon... facepalm!
I need a real job. This office-sales malarky is about as boring as lying in wait for the host to come and find you while you're hiding next to Patches in the catacombs waiting to flip the switch...
I need a real job. This office-sales malarky is about as boring as lying in wait for the host to come and find you while you're hiding next to Patches in the catacombs waiting to flip the switch...