You’re Giving My Explosives to Calendar Man?!
In which I talk about my writing (eligible!), my health (questionable!), and generally pretend the year is ending tomorrow.
In which I talk about my writing (eligible!), my health (questionable!), and generally pretend the year is ending tomorrow.
A thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters may or may not give you Shakespeare, but they’ll definitely give you me.
In which I once again learn a little bit about life, and the questionable necessity of fighting demon-kings, from a video game.
For my birthday this year, please allow me to regale with the story of my life, as told in brief anecdotes and random factoids.
Turns out brains – and headaches, more specifically – aren’t something anyone knows fuck-all about.
