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Show 81 through the streets of Sunnydale. They have stolen everyone's voices. Now they want their hearts. . I'm resisting the urge to roll off the couch, walk over and punch Chris in the ear, as if that will help me sleep. I haven't been in a fight in nearly two years, but I am starting to feel this urge more and more. Chris is the one who assured Adjacent to the Lord it was "no problem" if they practiced at night as long as they kept the refrigerator in the garage stocked with beer, which they do. I still try to talk them into daytime practice, but they say it is "too hot" and that "there are no chicks in the day." I like Chris but he and I are within fifteen feet of each other too often. Chris is an argumentative person, not in itself a bad thing, except that he prefaces his points by saying "allow me to elucidate," and when he gets the impression he's moved the argument to a conclusive place he says, "Check. Mate." Two words, just like that. Also, even though there are only twenty things total in our tiny apartment, when he is looking for something, he gets desperate fast and starts taking everything out of the cupboards, as if the shirt he wanted to wear that day could be hidden there. Finally, he plays computer games all day and sometimes coerces me to play so he can laugh his ass off as I send my ores into stupid places and get slaughtered by a thirteen year-old from Oklahoma City, who tells me that if I can't build up my city and attack faster and more efficiently than a thirteen year-old, maybe I should kill myself. Even though I tell myself I don't need to feel too bad about it since he spelled kill with one /, those comments are actually kind of persuasive to me and I do feel worse about myself after playing. |