Of course I get sick after Cask days. Spending the day recuperating with Botanicula and a fake fire.
Emotional status at start of day: hopeful and nervous. Emotional status now: disappointed, sad and confused.
Hogging Moose’s hammock, because I can.
No idea why my phone took this picture or why I was waving at the ceiling, but I do like the random …
A moment’s inattention.
First stop of vacation – meeting Michael who gave us a tour of Sidelaunch.
One of the few times I have thought, holy fuck I look good, and actually felt it.
My prep for a colonoscopy means only clear liquids, so of course I have to wonder if a nicely filtered lager counts.
My new life motto.
Crap. $2200 worth of dental work that’s not supposed to be outside my mouth.