InsaneJournal

I feel like I'm in one of Connor's video game things. I suppose that'll be the complete lack of decent sleep, the coffee that I'm pretty much inhaling now, and the fact that I'm sat on a fourth floor balcony, picking off never-ending zombies with this rifle.

I shot that old man from the supermarket this morning. The one who refuses to let me bag anything, he has to do it himself. He was eating something but I didn't want to look too closely. Headshot.

It reminds me of the time Connor made me play Doom across the network at the ARC and he'd built the level to look like the ARC, and he'd changed all the monsters to look like Lester and Leek. Only it's a lot more real now. Even if it doesn't feel like it.