I think this game had the exact opposite effect on me than it was supposed to have. I found it ridiculously amusing that, while playing the game, I could smell some kind of poultry (alas, chicken) being cooked downstairs. I love animals; they're delicious!
I managed to skin my thumb over the weekend; I think I was scratching too hard in my sleep. It was in the process of healing, but I reached for something at work (guess I didn't forget. Poop.), and ripped the scab off. It hurt, but I finally got a bandaid to protect my finger! (:::[ ]:::)
"That's not my problem" is slowly working its way into my vocabulary. It's rude and frank, but honest, and I'm nothing if not honest (also rude and frank).
Relm's pants are getting done. I'm disgustingly excited. Time to do more work on that!
I managed to skin my thumb over the weekend; I think I was scratching too hard in my sleep. It was in the process of healing, but I reached for something at work (guess I didn't forget. Poop.), and ripped the scab off. It hurt, but I finally got a bandaid to protect my finger! (:::[ ]:::)
"That's not my problem" is slowly working its way into my vocabulary. It's rude and frank, but honest, and I'm nothing if not honest (also rude and frank).
Relm's pants are getting done. I'm disgustingly excited. Time to do more work on that!