Though, Paris did go for what is essentially the nut-shot of playing Magic*, I probably overreacted. Maybe. Not really.
Sometimes I do fear that my mind may be rotting a bit. I'm losing patches of time during the day. There was an 8-hour fog between leaving work Friday mornning and going to the metro station that afternoon, that I can only account for from the Starbucks cup and the pizza crusts I found in my room when I finally got home last night at 11:30.
*Literally and metaphorically, destroying a player's lands in MTG is a universal low-blow in almost any variant of the game rules. Think of it as someone playing the SKIP card on in you in UNO every turn.
