So what’s the worst thing about losing this stupid, but very crucial bit of my finger? Is it the inability to type over 4 words a minute? Nope. Is it the constant explanation of how lamely it happened? Nope. It’s the fuckin’ fact that I’ve got my copy of the Bioshock sitting on my table still in it’s shrink wrap!
I can’t battle a Big Daddy with my finger all gauzed up! And between this, the Germans, and the travel, I can’t possibly be ready to battle.
And I’ve got to listen to my friends and my work community at large run on about how amazing the game is. Meanwhile, I’m off playing Brain Age 2 and being lame.
It will be atleast a week before I am all recovered from surgery and able to get the full gametime it deserves. Oh well.
