Though I was still unable to fall asleep before two-freaking-thirty this morning, I am 95% less cranky than yesterday, mostly due to a lovely dinner with Anne and Ryan (Nolan spent the night with a friend) and some much-needed Vice City mayhem when we got home.
You know, I'd forgotten just how much fun Vice City is, and how rich and alive the game feels when I'm in it. The music and the stories that unfold on the radio are something I enjoyed but didn't really appreciate the first time around; same goes for the story of Tommy Vercetti and all the goons he deals with in Vice City. I also beat that goddamn "blow up the building for Avery" mission in two tries this time, so I turned off the game feeling pretty good about myself, thankyouverymuch.
I have a meeting in an hour to discuss something that could be really, really cool if the planets align and everything works out the way I want . . . something really fantastic that I think everyone who reads my blog (that's you guys, right?) will be excited about, too.
Details -- or at the very least a picture of a squirrel with giant nuts -- later.