Listen, when I bought a Hunger Games lunchbox and the (unofficial) Hunger Games cookbook, I did because both of those things are horrible and funny and I’m very aware of the irony.
I feel bad that it takes the words of Mr. Gaiman to make me feel like moving my pen, like I’m some sort of star-f*cker.
I can’t afford to cosplay at Salt Lake Comic Con, but I can afford to play an anarchist non-magical person. NHUF as in “‘Nuff’s enough” or “‘Nuff said.”
Here are some things that managed to break through the fog of lethargy this week, for better or worse, whether they pissed me off or just made me go “Huh.”
No one wants to cuddle the hive-mind.
I may have experienced my first panic attack last night when I was trying to go to sleep. I was very aware of my heartbeat. Earlier today I experienced an existential crisis, not my first. On a lighter note, I discovered something quite cool. Not (just) the gnome, but doesn’t he just stare into your soul?
Enjoy this thing I wrote!