February 29, 2004 - 2:17 p.m.

I had been looking forward all week to spending time with Dave this weekend (and his computer game). Unfortunately, he has a nasty virus and was not keen to the idea of company. So I have been home all weekend and have actually been having a nice time.

On Friday night we had an impromtu party of sorts. Rod's son had some friends over for a sleepover. Dan's sister and her friend came over, as did my best friend and her 26 month old son. We had a great slumber party.

I awoke very early on Saturday morning to the sounds of the baby at play. He entirely avoided his own playthings and instead found amusement in the following: can of Coke which had been used as an ashtray, dirty cat litter, Dan's sister's makeup bag, the vacuum cleaner, and my income taxes.

Last night Liz and I decided that our lives lacked direction, and thought that crafting would be a great way to amuse ourselves and stregnthen our sense of self-worth. So we went to Wal-Mart to select something to do. I bought a teach yourself crochet kit. I am doing okay with it. Think I should do a little more practice before I attempt the scarf pattern. Liz bought a white towel with the intent of cross stitching on it. She has been stitching lopsided rainbows on it as a gay pride present for Dan. It's the thought that counts. I think it is adorable. Dan will probably laugh in her face.

This morning Rod made an enormous brunch, complete with several pounds of fried pork products. Yummy. Will go to the gym on Monday afternoon.

Today I am supposed to be cleaning my room. Don't really feel like it. I am going to my father's house overnight for some sort of nauseating daddy-daughter bonding. Then tomorrow I meet with the specialist about my ovarian cyst.

Not a very exciting existence, but at least I am happy. Well, almost happy. Not looking forward to spreading my legs for a complete stranger and then discussing my insides.

Rod and his ten year old son Kyle have been playing their new-to-them game for playstation. Perhaps you are familiar with Grand Theft Auto Vice City. Kyle is a generally well rounded kid with a good sense of right and wrong, but I could not imagine the trouble kids would get into playing this game unsupervised. After he was in bed last night, we explored some of what is has to offer.

The game itself is fucking hysterical. You can bang a skanky hooker and then chop her head off with a Samuari sword. You can be a sniper and pick off unwanted pedestrians from atop a building. You can perform a cheat code and get a tank and completely destroy the city, killing everything in it's path.

Despite the amusements it provides for my household, I cannot imagine the effects this game might have on the very impressionable teens who already bring real guns to school. Vice City should be available only to a limited market, or not at all.

Speaking of which, should run upstairs and see how Kyle's game is coming.

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