"To the window, to the walls, 'til the sweat drops off my..." "Don't you DARE!"

Hi :D
I promise that I'm not gunna moan today/yesterday/ this morning.
I looked back and realised that I whine, alot.
Dear God I want to be sick.
Why?
Why would that be arousing?
Eurgh *shudders*.

I hate eggs.

Pour vous.

I think I need to take some time away from WoW. It's in my dreams again, which is never a good sign. The last thing to make it into my dreams was Resident Evil. This may not sound so bad. Nightmares from watching it before bed you might be thinking.
Wrong.
This was from playing the game.
16 hours straight.
A day.
For roughly 2 month.
It got really bad when I realised that my upstairs landing had the same layout as the landing of the East Saving room. A place where as you first open the door, a zombie appears at the side of you, ready to maul you and eat your brains as a warm and tasty bed time snack if you haven't mastered the controls (which is god damn hard to do). If like me, you had mastered the controls, you could fluently turn to the side, raise your gun and launch a bullet into his head. If not. Well, let's just say, unless you made a zombie roast, the East Save wasn't so East safe.

This is what came back :')

















Me and a friend started naming the zombies so they weren't as horrifying when they opened doors (apparently they can do this) or jumped through windows.
There was Vomiting Jimmy (he threw up acid on you as you tried to run past him on the stairs).
Peaches guarded the East Save room the first time you got there.
Marcus was the one we kept alive the longest. It was easier to have him alive and walking along the upstairs balcony, then dead (but not for long) and coming back as a Crimson Head (see above).
Then there was...













But.
The less said about him, the better :')