I've sort of taken up writing again. It just so happens that one day, I'll have "creativity" leaking out of every pore of my body, and the next day, it dries up. The only issue is, I can be chock full of ideas one day, but have no ideas for ages. Depressing cycle, really.

I purchased Tomb Raider: Anniversary for the PSP. Well, not me, but a family member did. I originally wanted Silent Hill Origins, but they were sold out, and I knew my PSP needs more loving that it has been receiving, so I got a PSP game instead of something else. I forgot how much I loved TRA on the PS2. At least now, I can take it to work with me, and "go to the bathroom" but now, instead of calling people, I'll play PSP. Who cares if they think I'm taking a massive dump? All I care about is getting off on gaming. Sad? Yes. Pathetic? Definitely.

That reminds me, I still need to get a few other games for PSP. Someone told me that Infected was kind of like RE. I will have to check that out. It's just unfair, I don't spend too much time at home (aside from sleeping) so I don't get much gaming done. Damn you, real world, damn you straight to hell!

Alright; I'm done being dramatic. I think I'll draw. Or play something. I have this urge to sketch Lara Croft, now. Or Chris Redfield. I need to finish my letter to Capcom.