You've played that game, right? Long blue tail eating small red cubes and getting progressively longer? A friend rediscovered it on Facebook...and I saw him rediscover it...and I've been playing nightly since then.
At the moment my score stands at 480: this means that, in a single session, my snake consumed 48 small red boxes, and had grown to three or four times that many in size.
The worst part? Kyle has me beat by seven blocks. Everyone knows what that means: I'm going to be up until 5 a.m., or until I manage to beat that score (whichever comes first). Then Kyle will answer in kind, and on and on it goes. I'm much too competitive, I've decided.
Curse you, inventor of Snake. Your abominable brainchild is sapping my poor laptop's life-force. (Take note of how artfully I just avoided taking the blame there. If you learn quickly, you'll be able to do the same someday.)
That aside, pre-college life is slowly and steadily approaching its denouement. Today I received my invoice from Taylor U's Bursar Office. Guys, college is expensive. I think I knew that already, but it's the detached sort of learning, like hearing that sharks bite. Now I know from experience how sharp the teeth are.
Work continues. That's about all that I can say about it, although to be fair I must mention, in all honesty, that I think I have some of the coolest co-workers on the planet. Seriously. I'm so glad that I've had the chance to work with them, and it is going to really suck when I leave. I can't even hope to switch over to another Chick-fil-A in Indiana; the nearest one to the Taylor campus is some 90 miles away.
Vacation, likewise, continues, though it's now filling up with nasty things like calling the Financial Aid offices and worrying about how in crap I'm going to survive without my parents to kick me in the butt. Summer, sadly, is stumbling to its finish.