I don’t know why it takes me so long to do things I’m sure I’ll enjoy.
Let’s add it to the list of known bugs and wait for a patch.
Sometimes I can’t help myself.
Sometimes—married people, back me up here—I just have to lay elaborate traps for Husband.
Offspring recommended Detroit: Become Human so of course I fired it up… and binged that shit so hard; I finished faster than I think I’ve ever finished any game of any genre. I laughed, I cried, I was extremely uncomfortable—I became the leader the Android Rights movement needed.
Which makes it all the more awkward to report that I may have to chuck that damned Demon Box in the bin.
She’s getting too uppity, you know?
Just a quick one today because I’m exhausted. But in a good way!
Never let it be said that I am not willing to point out, when the rare opportunity presents itself, my own imperfections.
I am, for example, not as young as I used to be. Shocking, I know. But that’s not all!
I know you want updates after last week’s cliffhanger, and I want to give them to you! Things on the legal front are progressing in what I assume is the usual fashion for such matters: slowly. (Legal professionals, back me up here)
Things on the financial front are… have you ever seen a mammal that is not biologically designed to swim try to do so? They don’t drown – at least, not right away – but there’s a lot of scrabbling around and desperate gasping and wide eyes looking for a magical escape route. That’s me, but on the inside. On the outside, things are fine, thankyouforasking.