It was like going to that store, the one that caters to low-rent knuckleheads and the handicap spots are always full. You know, the one that, like the Nazis stole the swastika, which was originally a symbol for brotherhood, they stole the happy face, so now, you can't look at a happy face or a swastika without thinking about idiots.
Anyway, we had much fun and, subsequently, I was left with lower back pain and much fatigue. This fatigue, however, is so constant that I don't bother trying to preemptively control it. I just go until I must stop. Kinda like before, I just do a lot less and get tired a lot more.
Ok, I am done writing.
Listening to: the creaking of Neriah's chair as he does his homework.