…at Chez Lane, assuming that that island had wi-fi. Everybody’s sick, nobody’s tracking well, and the living room looks like it was just professionally trashed by the CIA looking for the stolen microchip. And I don’t care at all. I may, in fact, just go back to bed.
Tag: ick
Light posting.
I either will be going to a SCA event, or I will be in bed with what turned out to be mild food poisoning. …Yes. I find this particular branch point on my daily decision tree to be rather exciting, myself. A bit more than I’d like, frankly.
Watch. Now that it’s established that my cold is back…
…and apparently determined to knock me on my rear, today will be the day that Everything Happens At Once. Supreme Court decisions, Presidential gaffes, wars started and ended, and aliens will descend from the sky in their saucers of light and give us the recipe for nachos that stay crispy all the way to the end.
(pause)
You’re welcome, I guess.