People,

I am slowly recovering my senses after last week's heartbreak, and finally feel that my head is getting screwed back on straight.

A major aid to this end has been playing rousing games of 2 on 2 Halo at the Somerville Rock House. For those of you unfamiliar with Halo, it's a battle game for the X-Box where you and an army get sent to an alien planet to kill, you guessed it, pissed off aliens.

But to me, the actual game is pretty boring. The fun comes when you hook up four controllers, make teams, and blast the holy hell out of your friends in multiplayer mode. There's just something about seeing Jordan running helplessly across a field while I chase him down in a tank and then use a cannon, a cannon, to end his short but fruitful alien killing life. Of course, it's not actually about Jordan, it's really pretending Jordan's little army man represents every anxiety, insecurity and anger filled molecule of my body. In this way, Jordan can be Posada, my stupid boss, my promise to get back to the gym, etc.

It's pretty therapeutic.