*In the traditional sense of "will you, nill you" or "whether you want to or not". No spoilers, except for the fact that blowing a horn ends a chapter in Jusant
Butch:
This is just a cursed few days for gaming. I played last night. I got to a crossroads, one climb point to the left, one to the right. I put the ballast on my head, and saw a collectible to the right. "I shall finally get a collectible!" thought I. "I will have bloggage, finally," thought I. So, to the right I went. Climbed and swung and whistled and climbed and got to a place and thought "What's that collectible?" and it was the horn that ended the chapter. I figured this out after I blew the horn that ended the chapter. I didn't WANT to end the chapter!
I can't win.
Also because even in this chaotic, insane, fucked up world we live in, there are some truths.
Truths such as "paperwork sucks." Paperwork sucks. There are certain kinds of paperwork, though, that really suck, such as school paperwork and doctor paperwork and if, Naked Zeus forbid, you have to get doctor paperwork to conform to school paperwork and vice versa, then you know what happens? You spend hours on the phone before saying fuck it, driving to the doctor to get a form, driving that form to the school only to find out the doctor put ANOTHER thing on the form he shouldn't have put there so you have to go BACK to the school with more pills.
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS.
Whose idea was it to have kids?
I'll be back.
Feminina:
Wow, that indeed sucks.
Fortunately, we didn't play anything and Loothound is having connectivity issues, so no great insights are being forgotten.
For the sake of your sanity, I hope that the paperwork demon is soon slain.
Butch:
That particular demon is now slain. On to planning the college trip tomorrow, which I need to print paperwork for.
Stupid paperwork.
Feminina:
Paperwork...forever the infernal Paperwork arises to harass us...
Butch:
Man, you know you're busy when the eBay chime goes off and you've sold a book and you think "Man, shit. Now?"
Feminina:
NOT MORE PAPERWORK!
Butch:
Cheerful cover letter paperwork, at that.
"Enclosed please find your fucking book. The end."
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