I was perusing my own blog.
Amazingly I do the same things the same way year after year.
I am, once again, the Hostess with the Mostest for the event this year.
I have, once again, forgotten to book the day off.
--again.
Sometimes, I just do not know who is home upstairs.
There is a light, a flickering light.
Neon, of course.
Electric blue.
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bah whatthehell, I will go kill an orc or ten.
THAT I can control.
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yes yes I know...
don't knock it until you try it.
It is therapeutic.
And not as scary as VR or MMORPHS as text is whatever you wish it to be.
