Thunderstorms on the horizon. Also Minecraft.

I'll have a picture for you all once I get to work. (EDIT: And now I do.)

It's a fitting metaphor. I was up until 5:00 AM playing Minecraft for the very first time. The game's addictiveness was not why. It was a decent way to pass the time while my lungs threw a hissyfit, saying "IF WE CAN'T SLEEP THEN NOBODY SLEEPS." So that's fun. Asthma is one of the few things about myself that I genuinely hate.

I know I'm way incredibly late to the whole Minecraft craze, but I delayed arrival for sound reasons. As a child, I was absolutely hooked on Legos, and reading. I would pursue those two interests to the detriment of all else. Minecrafting, as far as I can tell, is electronic Legos where you can choose to give yourself the ability to die. I don't see the point in that, so I think I'm only gonna play it on creative mode. But so far I've built a small rocky island complete with a tiny house for me to live on right at one of the corners of the map, and now I'm hollowing out a jungle mountain in a nearby pre-made island. I've made it so you have to go underwater to enter the cavern, and I'm designing it with Babylonian motifs. Lapis lazuli with iron, gold and glowstone trim, and the entrance looks like an Essene baptismal pool. The only hint that it exists is that at nighttime, a glowstone path lights up the bottom of the only pond on the island, and if you follow it you get there.

I blame Draya for this. She chose to introduce me to what will, in short order, take over my life. As she says, she created a monster. And it's all her fault.

I can't stay mad at her. She looks so innocent when she sleeps. It must be a ruse, but I don't have the heart to find out.

Anyway, my coffee's drunk and my bronchial tubes are ready to set out towards the college. (And I just heard a car pull in and a Caveman say Cavemanish things.) Off to the thunderstorms I go.