Buying a sword is like a double-edged sword. On one edge, you've got a totally sweet new sword that will probably make you really attractive. On the other edge, you've potentially got your fingers. But I guess that's what makes them so cool.
Also, swords have been proven to make the procurement of spaghetti an uncomplicated process. Don't ask me how that works.
Break is going nicely. Real nicely. But with all this time on my hands, I almost don't even know what to do with all of it! Almost. Comics are definitely going to be feeling some love--when was the last time that two were released within the span of a week? And there's more coming up. It's also getting to be that time of year for some mystery-solving; I started up Ace Attorney: Justice For All again the other day, because you know I love my P-Dubs, but I'm probably going to end up switching over to Hotel Dusk again. Probably the best thing about having a terrible memory is being able to replay games like that every once in while. I'll usually remember a few details (usually about the end), but the journey is half the fun. Until I get stuck and have to concede that Past Isaiah was smarter than me. Until I realize that Past Isaiah probably cheated to get past the hard parts, and therefore sucks. Until I have to cheat to get past the hard parts. We're not so different, Past Isaiah and I.