To the various people who have made inquiries about gaming stuff I’m getting rid of I apologize. Since it’s in messy piles I’m not exactly sure what I have, or don’t have at the moment. Dreamcast games I can think of include Dead Or Alive 2 (Possibly), both of the Sonic Adventures, Legend Of Lodoss War, and Time Stalkers. N64 games include a handful of WWE games, Beetle Adventure Racing, Ogre Battle 64, Hey You Pikachu, both Stadiums, and others. That includes all of the tidbits that goes with the games too, like the mic and connector packs. Some of the games even have boxes and instruction books. I’m fairly certain there are also spare N64 controllers. They are in unusually nice condition, as is true of most of my stuff. Anyway, I’ll try to get a complete list of all this stuff as soon as I can.
This weekend was… interesting. The Teen has a lot of Valentine hang ups. On the one hand she hates it and wills herself to have a terrible time, while on the other she begs for, and perpetually mentions, how much she wants presents. It was very strange watching this tug of war play out. It was like a mini version of how she lives every day basically. Constantly wanting attention and validation while simultaneously doing everything in her power to stop herself from getting those things. I can certainly remember being that way myself, but it’s strange to watch it happening so close up. I wonder if it was this obvious to my parents when I was a kid. It must not have been, or I feel like they might have made some different choices. They certainly didn’t recognize my depression for what it was. Or have the tools to deal with it at any rate. Now it’s all about therapy and pills. Not for me, but in general. They aren’t opposed to them like when I was young, because practically everyone we know is on something, or has been at some time. In any case it’s pretty clear that the Teen has the same kind of highs and lows typical to our family. it’s a hard time complicated by unfortunate events. I had trouble dealing with a fairly limited range of disasters, it must be a lot harder for her.
I need to ink the last page for the week, and color two of them. This cleanup nonsense, and extra wandering around, has screwed up my whole week. It’s also got me sleeping at weird times. I want to go back to bed even now, but I know if I do I’ll wake up with a headache. I was hoping that if I gave in that I’d wake up ready to go, but that was not the case. I’m just going to have to do my best and see what happens. At least tonight’s page came together okay. Maybe I can get one of those triple hokey things I forget the name of.