I Live in the Center of the Universe

1. Recent emotionally significant events have opened up a crack that is allowing my depression to sink into my brain.
2. Same events have screwed up my gaming.  I have no interest in Skyrim.  And jumping in any game is just a mess.  And the anger associated with sucking is abnormal; as in breaking a controller anger.
3. I need to go out more.  I feel like I’ve lost connections with the RVA community.
4. Excited about a lunch event on Thursday.  A bright spot in an otherwise crappy month.
5. My Kiddos are more awesome than yours.
6. I hate work.

My character is a Khajitt (the race that looks like cats).  Kittah (her given name) has worked up excellent sneak and archery skills (both over 35).  Although her race isn’t mage material, she’s pretty good at that too.  She has a bad ass 2 handed sword. Her one handed weaponry needs work.  Her overall level is 15.

Here’s the problem.  I go into dungeons that are recommended for level 8 (Fellgrow, part of the College of Winterhold quest, for example) but every enemy is kicking my ass.  I’ve used all my potions, put on the right apparel, and cannot get past the darn Caller (the boss). She’s “supposed” to be easy to defeat.

At this level in Fable, I would be killing EVERYONE.  

I am either an idiot or this game is unusually hard (I haven’t played the other games in the series).

I can’t wait to see my Xbox stats for the past month.

Diving back into now and don’t expect to go to bed until really late.

I LOVE this game.

When this dude killed me and I fell, there was a shot of my crotch.  So not cool Bethesda.

Until Draiden gets home AND (more importantly) Skyrim is released?