Okay... so anyone who read any of my posts from last night knows that I was pretty fugged up, having been reintroduced to my old friends Irish Whiskey and Rumplemints (I'm sure I didn't spell that right, but was a little too drunk to read the label)...
So, after talkin shit w/ Rhound for a while, I have the BRILLIANT idea to play a bunch of SNGs... After about an hour, I FINALLY find my new supercool laptop, sit down on my recliner chair deal, and get ready to kick some ass (although I could barely see...)...
I wake up at about 8:30, hungover as fuck... When I unglue my eyes from their sockets, I stare up to see that I was at the UB signon screen... Apparently, I couldn't get the GD password right (which probably saved me several hundred dollars...)...
So, I got this general crappy feeling as I go to stumble my happy ass to bed... when I notice the searing, horrible pain coming from my crotch... Apparently, while I didn't get to actually play a game, I DID manage to sleep for about 4 hours with the hottest freakin laptop known to man burning the holy hell out of my poor, scorched balls...
I guess on the bright side is that, while I'll be walking like a sodomized cowboy for a week, at least I don't have to worry about birth control anymore, as I'm sure the radiation from this computer has made me about as fertile as Nevada in July...