And his band of singing pie pans.

The only good thing that happened yesterday was that I got the flat mailers for my posters. The. Only. Good. Thing.

I watched Volume II of Nymphomaniac yesterday. You know those movies where, after you watch them, you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? You just feel like the world, overall, is a pretty awesome place and that people aren’t terrible pieces of shit. Well, this was not one of those movies.

This movie made me want to growl at strangers because they are loathsome and disgusting. All of them.

It probably didn’t help that I was exhausted and generally felt crappy yesterday. Coffee wasn’t helping, so I decided to have a lie down for a minute. That made me feel worse. And of course I got up just in time for everyone to show up at my house for food and Pathfinder. So, they were all chewing and touching their silverware against their bowls. And those sounds echoed in the abandoned and haunted halls of my mind like ghouls with an insatiable bloodlust whispering for murder. Lots and lots of murder.

But I can’t kill my friends. I’m too pretty for mundane world prison. I’ll just have to take it out on some unsuspecting villagers or monster lurking in the shadows of this haunted prison in the real world. Right? WRONG. I managed to cast Mage Armor on myself. That was the only thing I did in the game last night. The. Only. Thing.

I did some other stuff yesterday that yielded roughly the same results as the other things I’ve mentioned. Those were the highlights.

Today is going to be better. I can feel it. Why? Because I’m wearing my Batman shirt.

On that note, I’m going to go punch something. Maybe kick it too.

Oh, and don’t let anyone fool you today.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC