[295] the bleeding hearts and the artists make their stand

I should be running right now, but the Discord Survivor game I'm spectating has gone into a gripping round of firemaking, so I guess I have a few minutes to kill while I awkwardly sit around in my workout clothes. Update time!

Slept for like twelve hours to shake off the work week and I'm feeling great except for what may be a developing sore throat situation that I am watching very carefully, considering my brother is currently sick. That big bitch better not take me down right before Christmas.

Which I am still very much not ready for, by the way!! I will spend tonight trying to come up with ideas, and then tomorrow can be for implementation. Today I went to the movies (James Caan's "That was weird." remains one of my all-time favourite line deliveries) and started unfucking the house a bit, which will have to be enough.

Our kitchen sink is clogged and the roads are treacherous thanks to another sudden warm spell, but I made a cameo appearance in the (amazing) intro to the latest Botchamania, and that's what really matters at the end of the day, right?

Album review!

( Album #295/1001: Pink Floyd - The Wall )

Firemaking over, time to hit the 'mill.