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My mood's finally settled from the short-fused rage that dominated the day.

A couple with whom Megan and I are friends with on both sides hit a six month overdue meltdown. This isn't the first time mutual friends have gone to war, and everyone in what's left of the social circle here locally is VERY aware of my efforts to stay the hell out of everyone else's psychodrama. Like I don't have enough that focuses on me, and have to go dig up more... yes, please, I'll take another helping of angst and anger. So instead of approaching me directly, two of the more notorious ... meddlers would be a good word... decided to lay a sizable guilt and woe rap on Megan, in an effort to force me to move out -well- before I'm ready so that Megan can 'take in' one of the combatants.

And as much as I bust Megan's (virtual) balls on things, her response was to give them a 'we'll see' answer, and then come rouse me and let me know what was going on. Kudos to her for having the sense to be direct and blunt. The phone here rang off the damned hook up to about an hour ago (please note that it's 0242 here... a bit fargin late to be calling for anything more involved than phone sex), and Megan weathered the assaults capably. After the last call, she commented dryly that she now understood why I'm so bloody mindedly insistent about keeping the majority of folk an arm's length or so away.

Family gets close. Nobody else gets closer than point blank range. I refuse to be backed into a corner again.

Megan's gone to bed, now. I've already warned her that if the manipulation attempts continue, I -will- step in and pound some skulls. While some will argue (and convincingly) that I've mellowed over the last five or so years, my tolerance for bullshit has diminished to almost nil. The individuals behind this particular outburst of bullshit are, in fact, the same pair/trio that was behind the LAST outburst of squabble in this group.... and are, in fact, why the group's been steadily drifting apart for the last year or so.

I'm still very, very angry. Megan and I see eye to eye on precious little, nowadays, but that doesn't mean I'll stand and watch someone try and bend her to their use. I've spent the last six years pounding a work ethic and a modicum of backbone into the girl, and I'll be damned if some petty social meddlers are going to undo it all. So what exactly does the clockwork psychocabbit do to relax out of this kind of mayhem-influenced mood? Well, I'll tell you.

Christopher Plummer. With a riveted-on eye patch. Quoting Shakespeare.

You figure it out. I'm going to go see if I've got any Prilosec left, before my stomach decides it's a xenomorph and eats its' way out of my body.

I wonder what it'd become?

M.I.A.

For most of this past week, it's applied to me. After six days of trying to fight out of or around or over the blackness that's been trying to swallow me, I'd hit 'stir crazy'. Chatting didn't help. Immersing myself in a game didn't help. Likewise with a book. Combinations of the three, with naps tossed in for good measure, only aggravated things further. hen I got up this morning, I simply could not cope with another day rattling around in this apartment. It took me hours to ramp up enough 'give a shit'ness to actually clean up and go, but I did it. I got out of here. And once on the road, my overly simplistic 'get out of the apartment' plan fell apart at the first real intersection. here in hell was I -going-? Unsure what to do, but positive that going back to the apartment was the absolute worst thing to do, I reverted to type. It's a stereotype that my more militant friends rant about being outmoded, dated, and insulting... but I did the 'female thing' that most every guy loathes.

I went shopping.

I've been on my feet cruising just about every shopping center or mall in Glen Burnie for the last nine hours. Shopping alone isn't my preference, but it served a useful purpose. I'm a bit closer to sane now, and spent less than $25... and that includes the pit stop at Denny's. So besides the food, what'd I get? *wry smile* I broke a promise I'd made to myself... a promise that I'd buy no more PS2 games until I'd beaten what I had... but I suspect I'll be able to forgive myself the weakness, and the spending of the last (literally) dimes of my Christmas stash.

I found a used copy of Final Fantasy X-2 for $12. There was no way in hell that I was going to pass that one up. In the process, I had a long chat with a service tech in PowerGamer! about the repair of the original ps0001 PlayStation units, and the discovered flakiness of my controller extender cables when used with the PS2.

Repairing the old unit -will- cost within $2 of the price of a used one... but it becomes a bargain when the price and installation and not getting arrested for purchasing for those purposes a modchip for the replacement unit is factored in.

As for the extension cables

• Yes, the flakiness is a known problem: the pressure-sensitive PS2 controllers are more complex than the original PSX controllers.
• No, there apparently are no PS2 rated extension cables - I'm going to do some scrounging via Google and see if I can't find -someone- that's got some.
• Why no extensions? They want folks to purchase the $50+ wireless controllers. Not bloody likely; it's far easier to simply sit on the floor even as hobbled as I am.
• It was also suggested that I look into the USB driven gamepads... because there -are- extension cables for USB. Another thing to look into.

And that, my darlings, has been the day. I'm going to sit here for a bit and rest my feet; I did a bit of cleaning in my room earlier today while waking up, so I've managed to get some 'real' things accomplished as well. Hopefully things will take an upturn now.

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