Time Flies

The more I think about the fact that it has been exactly one year since I turned 21 in Las Vegas, the more terrifying it is. Well, not terrifying in the traditional sense. I'm beyond the point of being "scared" by anything. But time really does fly. It's not as if I say "where did the time go?" and think about what has happened. Plenty has happened. The Red Sox broke the curse. Bush beat Kerry senseless. The Patriots won another Super Bowl. I've played plenty of games. I've consumed alcohol. I've smoked cigarettes. Some other stuff has most likely occured that I do not recall at the moment.

But where the hell does the time go? I've still got games like Castlevania Lament of Innocence, Beyond Good & Evil, Socom II, Silent Hill 3, Dark Cloud 2, and Mark of Kri (even though it came out in 2002) from 2003 that are still in plastic. We are nearly one quarter of the way through 2005. We're on the verge of a new generation of technology, as early as it may seem. One year ago I was drunk out of my mind in Las Vegas. I'm drunk now but at least maintain the ability to post and type somewhat fast in a coherent manner.

I wonder what that girl I ran into is up to. I wonder why I watch so many re-runs of Seinfeld in syndication. I wonder how long it will be until there is another great gaming year like 2004. I wonder if I'll ever actually get around to playing many of the games that I have in cellophane.

I've never had a headache, thrown up, or had a hangover from drinking. I wonder if that record will remain intact. I wonder how long I've got until I die.