Some Dark, Glorious Energy

I have a moment’s time, and so I thought I might update.

Perhaps a little background. A foreword though; this story is mostly unexceptional.

I find myself in my room, self-exiled from the lower story of my house. My younger brother has DV-R’d a recent episode of The Office, which he and my sister felt a strong inclination to view. Unremarkable, except for the fact they are completely uninformed about season 3 thus far. The sister, particularly, is even worse. I don’t think she’s seen but one episode of season 2.

Now, I note this event because unlike my fictitious alter-ego, I do not watch Grey’s Anatomy. Never even seen an episode. However, I am thoroughly enraptured by The Office. I acquainted myself with the series late last fall. But only with season two. This means I’m left unawares as to the state of Jim and Pam’s Greco-tragic (but could be comic?) romance and in the dark about my beloved Dwight’s latest escapades.

Well this is wearing on too long and so I will conclude with saying my sister has threatened exposing (like a terrorist might) crucial plot developments in a temporally displaced and emotionally eviscerated manner. I should have tidied up that last sentence.

This exacerbates a pertusion my psyche has been affected by recently. I seem surrounded by fiends who draw some dark, glorious energy from spoiling movies, television shows, books, and (most inhumanly) video games. Zelda: Twilight Princess, no less!

Well I’m through. I will probably go help Sterling with a mural later. I slept so late, he had to proceed without me and for that I formally apologize. To Sterling.

Sorry.

-Arrivederci!