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Me: "Are you going in to town today?"
Mum: "Maybe, why?"
Me: "If I give you my card, will you pick up a game for me?"
Mum: "No, I'm busy. If you want it, go buy it yourself."
I guess I won't play XC3 then... 🙃🔫
@notch Don't threaten me with a good time, Notch. It's been YEARS since I've built a pillow fort.
(He is also worried any future children would take after him and be picrel)
>mum's growth might be cancerous
>dog may go blind in one eye
>one of the horses might die
>doctors ignored me yet again
Yep. Time for bed.
Welp. One step forward, two steps back. Watched the season finale of one of my weeklies, and one scene hit me a lot fucking harder than it should have. I'm more of a mess now than when I woke up.
And here I was thinking that I'd finally stopped being a pill induced indoor rain factory. Seems like bad anxiety is still enough to get the factory up and running again.
Hot coffee kills my stomach, yet here I am drinking some like an absolute fool.