I need to work less and play more video games.

Today in real life I reconsidered the idea of giving up writing forever to dedicate all my free time to Fallout 3 and Diablo 2 upon realizing that if I continued down this path I would end up with nothing more than frustrating level caps and the ability to mow down homicidal bipedal cows, whereas if I continued with my writing I might get an actual book deal which might garner an actual fanbase which might make me actual money. I still think "Saviour of Megaton" and "Three-time Slayer of Satan" looks more impressive on a resumé, but you can't really help the world. Speaking of jobs, Watchmen placards were received by my workplace today in lieu of its pending DVD release [insert squee here]. Of course I took one home with me. A close friend of mine suggested I put it under my pillow so that I could say I slept with Rorschach every night; she believes she can get away with this statement because she rides Edward Cullen every morning, her bike which incidentally shares the name of a titular character of some literary series I can't quite remember the title of. Either way, let the record show that Rorschach, along with Kamina from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Nagato Yuki from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Hidan from Naruto, L from Death Note, and Thomas Harris' Hannibal Lecter, is nothing more than a character!crush, and I am not one of those weirdo fangirls who would totally have sex with them if they were real. I just admire their characters. Honest. Given, if I ever had an older sibling, Kamina would be him. And we would break through ceilings and pierce the heavens and probably both end up getting arrested for the stunts we pulled but come out of it laughing our asses off anyway. Just saying.

Today on the internet Blogger's auto-save feature failed me and I had to rewrite this entire entry from scratch. I shall discuss the fail of my university's website tomorrow.

Today in fiction Rorschach's mindset takes over where my empathetic imagination fails, and his method of thought is beginning to frighten me in the most wonderful way possible. My novel has a definitive beginning and a definitive end; all I need to do is create a definitive middle and I'm golden. The art of the Australian school uniform does not go unappreciated, and my original characters are having a difficult time staying IC. How would he react if placed in such a supernatural situation? I feel like I'm writing fanfiction here.