the offWhites

Pretty sure I’m not brain damaged from all the poison I inhaled today.  We did make it back to work.  Now I’m just sleep deprived, and still in the throes of culture shock.  I thought the very idea of culture shock sounded crazy when they described it to us in our initial training here, but tonight I found myself getting misty-eyed over a not-particularly-well-written history of the Dreamcast.  The Dreamcast!  I mean, I have one at home, I’ve had a few actually, and I like it a lot.  In fact, lately its nostalgia value has surpassed even the Saturn, which has been my absolute favorite console (don’t look at me like that, you have dirty secrets, too, and if you haven’t played Burning Rangers you have absolutely no room to judge) for a long time.  But actually making me sad enough to have to deliberately *choose* not to cry?  Yeah, I’m going to have to assume that’s not really my brain speaking to me anymore.