Hell even when they introduced a new patch that rendered half my armor obsolete, I didn't stop playing, I just told my lesbian lover to stay at home while I reforged some new overpowered dresses of doom.
|Unfortunately this is not me. I guess I am just too much of a sucker for adventuring and killing dragons.|
As such I have barely been able to force myself to continue to attend to social engagements and play some starcraft to fend off any possibility of my brain atrophying completely..
Unfortunately the former activity backfired somewhat. At my christmas work function, I immediately went into social chameleon mode and happily chattered away with bean counters and people from completely irrelevant departments until my own colleagues finally rescued me and my social apathy was allowed to run free without consequence.
That is until my 15th refill of wine came round. The waitress just kept giving me refills and I have a problem saying no. Luckily everyone else was suffering the same fate. It was quite hilarious seeing my boss drunkenly waltz around the makeshift dancefloor. Despite (or perhaps because of) the feelings that I fit in, I did end up grinding a colleague and performing a bit of mild flirtation. I didn't say much. I thought it had worked when I recieved smiles and intrigue in return.
Nevertheless I caught a cab home with just me and a bro without the aforementioned ho. I can't help wondering now if I played it too risky or too safe... Actually I probably shouldn't "shit where I eat" in the first place, but fuck it, I'm not going to be working here for that much longer anyway.
PS: Next post I'm doing up another sc2 story.