I blame Fallout 3.
It's delightfully addictive.
There's something blissfully hypnotic of seeing a Super-Mutant's head explode off their shoulders in a mess of bone and ripped flesh, seeing their bodies rag-doll an a cartwheeling arc.
How I laugh.
I've racked up a bunch of trophies now so I should be able to write more now.
I've still got the school production, teaching and fatherhood to syphion off my time.
I'll do my best.
In Angelo news - the little guy is pretty much walking now. He's gone from two steps three weeks ago, to over twenty today ! Yay !
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the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Also, cool to here Angelo is walking some. My nephew Conor seems to be content with merely smiling and occassionally shitting himself, soon though I shall be able to teach him about swords and armour and his corruption shall be complete
:D
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