Choking on exhaust fumes.

Carbon monoxide: it's what for dinner.

Insert coughing fit here.

Once more the wife and I are off this weekend on a trip down to that fantastically overpriced and overcrowded little slice of suburban New York known as Long Island, and while I will absolutely treasure the time I get to spend with family for the Passover/Easter holidays, I really can’t wait until this shit is over and done with.

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Having your cake and eating it too.

No you can't fucking touch them!

You can never have enough dice.

The wife and I missed our tabletop session last weekend because we were otherwise occupied, which was a bit of a disappointment.  However, thanks to the wonders of modern technology I can still let my sperglord flag fly thanks to the fact that it’s now easier than ever to play role playing games over the internet.

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Nothing like playing catch-up.

The good thing about working as a freelancer is that I more or less make my own schedule.  As long as I get my work done for clients under deadline, they don’t really care how I do it.  This was fantastic when I was stuck in The Worst Hospital In the World for two days, but now that I’m out I’ve been playing catch-up, and it sucks.

It didn’t help that we got something like three inches of snow yesterday, and I watched it fall for hours while staring out the window just past my computer desk.  There’s something mesmerizing about just watching snow fall, and what feels like five minutes can somehow turn into half an hour of mindlessness, so between playing catch-up and zoning out for twenty minutes of every hour yesterday I feel like I’ve managed to do fuck-all yesterday.

The only good thing about this?  I can finally trot out my favorite animated .gif for the occasion:


The hospital is no place for a sick person.

Now with even more discomfort!

Truth in advertising.

I’m convinced that staying in a hospital is nothing more than being trapped in the world’s worst hotel. The food is horrible, the accommodations are uncomfortable, and it’s harder to check out than the Hotel California.

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