Barring mass confusion (to be explained later, when I decide how all parties involved deserve to be represented here) Karin’s “potter” status is (as of this writing) at 35.12%

If her promise to “stay up all night and finish the book if it kills her” holds, she should be much further when she falls asleep with her face folded into the pages sometime around 1AM this morning. My “potter” status is currently much lower, creeping in at approximately 9.79%

I feel the shame.

tuesday and I have nothing very much interesting to write

I bladed home again. Yesterday I was way too tired. Weekend hangover (I’d call it a wang-over, but I think that has a different meaning) caused me pain. Too much wedding stuff.

“Suck it up.”

We rented “Star Wars Racer Revenge” yesternight, and though I had enough energy to learn the fundamentals of the game, I didn’t really get into it until tonight. Karin was reading. (Note: both my playing solo, and my relative lack of “potter” status are in some deep way related…) I’m just off a PS2 binge of approximately 2 and a half hours, wherein I beat the first eight tracks of the aforementioned game and in the process numbed my fingers and melted my brain. Ahhh…

The basic premise of the game is to fly around at insane speeds in one of those Star Wars pod racers, all the while bashing the heck out of the other seven participants in the race. (Hence, the revenge part of the game, I suppose.) I have gotten adept at bashing the heck out of one or two of my fellow participants (very unsporting, but supposedly “below par”) but I am somehow even better at focusing on a twisting track at about 500 arbitrary velocity points and winning the race. All those years of video games have paid off — or not.

Still contemplating the meaning of it all, but… yeah… I’ll get there soon.