I woke up straight into some Borderlands 2 action this afternoon. Friend texted me and I jumped right in. No breakfast or brushing my teeth. That took a significant chunk of my day. We made progress in the Mr. Torgue DLC.
I did some last minute revisions for my story and sent it off for publishing. It's no longer in my hands, and the publication depends on the reliability of my fellow authors. Godspeed, friends.
I'm about one sentence away from completing the rough draft for Hotel Heart's epilogue.
Today is my sister's birthday. We got served ice cream cake. Not a fan of cake that forces you to eat fast before it melts. It's a good thing I skipped dinner and went straight for dessert. My brother bought me a chicken bowl from Waba Grill on the way home from work. It's compensation for borrowing my car. Tomorrow? Sour cream and onion Lays Stax.
My niece is adorable. Babies are so tiny! It's kind of weird seeing my dad playing with her, saying "Are you sexy? Are you sexy?" Uh, I guess you need a lot of context for that to not sound creepy, but rest assured, it was all in good fun.
In the dead of night, Team Speak imploded on us. My friend sounded like a cyborg in its death throes before we got disconnected. I think somebody forgot to pay their server bills.
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