Last night I was so sleep-dep'd that I think I went on a rant against Paris for killing me in a Magic game, despite the fact that, when I rewind of the play-by-play, I'm fairly sure Alex was the one that screwed me over.
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.
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.
