Being part of a small group of chaotic friends means sometimes inside jokes develop that make little sense to anyone else. This image is the first in a sequence that elicits dread when seen. It is meant as a threat.

Having a blast playing the newest Rivals character (not that Rivals, the better one).

Another update

Well, we're at the vet now. So far they've weighed her and taken her temperature but besides being underweight from not eating for several days, nothing is out of place. Fingers crossed that whatever is going on is an easy fix.

Well, we're at the vet now. So far they've weighed her and taken her temperature but besides being underweight from not eating for several days, nothing is out of place. Fingers crossed that whatever is going on is an easy fix.

Getting everything packed up for the move to my new place tomorrow and poor Poppy was not happy about all the changes in my room. Thankfully she changed her tune when I deconstructed my bedding and decided it was prime real estate.

I have successfully survived that most dreaded of occasions for introverts: a party.

Finally got the wound drain removed from my face, got the bandages off, and was told I'm allowed to shower again. Washing two week old dry blood from my hair was as nasty as it sounds.

at least I've got friends who can make me laugh about it pretty easily.

And so it begins.

We have very important discussions in the group chat.

Normally I go out of my way to not be perceived, but I'll make an exception just this once. Why? Because this may be the last time anyone gets to see this face.

To phrase it less ominously, I'm going in for FFS in exactly seven days. Hell yeah.

Today's vibe. I can be sad about the world at large some other day. For now I shall allow the braincell to shriek with joy and vomit rainbows.