I have to trust her; it’s not like I’m going to read the entire Rig Veda to find out. My cochlea died, I forgot to feed it. The cat spent about an hour trying to kill a foam peanut, and I watched the whole time. There’s no trauma, just trying to settle back into roles.
When I got into the car it was on empty, and then 10 minutes later WOOEEEP it was on medium full. Every crazy who comes in here, also shows up there. What was I supposed to say? This is what I do, I interpret literature, I like it.
We’re ordering pizza because we’re going to be in the dungeon all night. When I saw video games being played in the title sequence I knew I was fucked. This is positively the most geriatric version of “Take the A Train” ever.
It’s hard to say I’m getting over it when there wasn’t an it, and I’m still in the same boat.