I hate you, I wish I was dead.
This has been my official Bitterness Day poem for a number of years now; I drag it out every Feb 14th.
Recipe one: dinner. My jaw is still messed up, so I wanted something that required little to no chewing. neeuqdrazil was nice enough to…
More from Watts here And the National Post are now covering it (thanks to Warren Ellis, apparently).
Taking neeuqdrazil to the hospital on the advice of telehealth. More updates later.