Go to sleep. I don’t work tonight and there’s no reason for me to be awake right now.
Eventually wake up, probably?
Proof Dark Moon Digest #26 and consider begging people to subscribe to the magazine by pledging to our Patreon but think better of it. I can’t ask people to buy things anymore. I can’t ask people anything. It’s so sickening. How can we function this way?
Get over myself and beg people to pledge to our Patreon. Like I’m some fuckin’ saint.
Watch the promo videos for Resident Evil 7 again and pee myself in the anticipation of its arrival.
Finish that goddamn story I haven’t been able to shut up about in the last couple posts.
Finish that goddamn article pitch I haven’t been able to shut up about in the last couple posts.
I finished that book review I was talking about last time, but the place I intended on sending it to turned out to be a dead end, so I’m waiting to hear back from another site about a potential reviewer gig.
Read more of Little Heaven.
Read Dark Moon Digest submissions and pretend like one day we’ll be completely caught up.
Spend time with Lori. Ask her to participate in a murder-suicide and pout when she once again declines the invite.
Buy a vanilla Diet Dr. Pepper from Sonic during happy hour. Drink it.