Why do I love to play games at which I suck so horrifically?
Like defying the laws of physics and sucking and blowing at the same time-
In fact... I keep making control panels that include these faithful button layouts that could only be considered ergonomically appropriate for an orangutan-
Do I need therapy?
It's like being in love with the little red haired girl, and she will never know that you are alive-
Or having Lucy without fail pull the football out from in front of you- and yet you keep trying to kick the damn thing...
Or it could be the Jim Beam Peach that a friend of mine gave me for helping him put new flooring in his house over the weekend.
I may have had too much already- or maybe it was an hour ago.