Holy hell, that took forever to load.
Stupid superfluous not fixing anything flash updates.
Uuuh anyway
Right
Dog had fleas.
We killed them.
Then we bathed said dog.
She was less than happy. I managed to wang my head in the process.
MML2 could be wrapped up quite quickly. I'm now hitting $1,000,000 in that game in 20 minutes (which previously took > 1 hour) and I've probably only got ... ... 14 million to go.
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I dunno why I'm being such a completionist dipshit over this game.
I guess because I really... really like this game, and I'm still in mourning over the cancellation of MML3?
Maybe.
Who knows?
I miss sex.
Thanks for stating the obvious.
And I'm trying to get back on a workout schedule.
Something to do I guess?
The topic of counseling and medication came up.
I hedged.
I need it on my terms.
No going over the "old material"
and ... I dunno my "condition" is so cognitive and devoid of emotion that I'll need a convincing and rational argument to get me to bother with cooperating.
Medication will -never- be the answer for me.
Bleeding liver, heightened anxiety, decreased mental accuity, increased suicidal impulses, increased occurence of nightmares?
Nah.
I'll pass.
I'm just one of those people that does not respond.
Find another answer, or ask a different question.
The moustache is coming along.
I hope it fills out a bit more, and picks up some more red.
Time will tell.
In the meantime... fixing flats
fighting evil
watching star trek
imagining brighter tomorrows full of lazers and rainbows fighting dragons.