Halo has eaten my boyfriend.
That's right, I believe that video game has latched itself firmly onto his cranium and is slowly eating his brain cells. He's even complaining of a headache.
I was in a much happier mood than usual today. Much of my day was spent in the City: first at the neurologist, then at Virgil's for some excellent Southern BBQ. Joe asked to accompany me, so he followed my mom, sister, and I throughout the day.
There's something magical about Manhattan. Maybe it's the hustle and the bustle, the constant noise and endless seas of pedestrians and cars. Or the simple throbbing of its urban heart. NYC is a tough place, but it's also one of the most beautiful places on the planet.
Nowhere else can someone sell snowballs for a dollar and get away with it. Nowhere else is there a naked cowboy dancing around and prancing in his undies.
It's home to the underworld, to the elite, to everyone in between. A center of commerce and of business and of entertainment.
If I'm going to be eaten by anything, it won't be Halo. I want to be swallowed up by the City.
