Today: I bested this motherfucker WITHOUT HELP FROM GUIDE NOR WALKTHROUGH.
Tomorrow: Installing televisions. For money. I'm a TV mercenary.
Friday: Dan's birthday party. Thoughts disintegrate. Lasers pierce the blackness. You feel it. You BECOME the game.
And maybe a little writing as well. Expect an update on Cutthroat Ragtime soon, my 18.0006 lovely legionaries.