In which I end up talking about reading three books at the same time, and never getting any reading done…
In which I think I’m musing about shared intense experiences about friends, but really I’m talking about NPC population control.. Or something like that..
In which I muse about not being able to capture my thoughts on paper — perhaps more relevant given my decline into zombieism..
In which I attempt to not sound undead and I muse a little about death in video games and tabletop roleplaying games.
In which I slowly melt into snot.