Stayed up last night until like 23:30, then went to bed... only to find my internal clock buzzing at 7:30. I struggled to stay in bed for a futile 20 minutes and finally, frustrated, got out of bed. I put on my pajamas, kissed the love of my life, gently on the forehead, and went to the living room. 'at least I get some CoD time' I thought.
As it came to pass, I played for about 3 hours, the longest marathon I'd had since college. Over the course of the gaming, I went from level 64 to level 67, not an insignificant achievement. If I had to pick the most humorous moment, it was while I was on Wasteland and some guy was firing blindly away on one of the turrets. I watched him through my sniper scope for a few seconds when, to my amusement, a second idiot approached the turret. I watched as idiot 2 gingerly walked up behind idiot 1 and raised his gun to aim. Before he could kill his equally stupid opponent, I pulled my trigger on the first one and watched as idiot 2 looked around in confusion. Then I took my next shot after I gave him ample time to contemplate his fate.
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