A little morbid lately...

Bad liver = bad outlook.  Normally, I transcend those moments, but every once in a while the clouds descend upon my brow and I am lost in fogs yet again.

Aye, aye, I!

I've been playing through Fallout 3 again.  At Level 8, my groupie shows up to give me a stimpak or bottle of Nuka Cola and pray these random items will help to keep me safe.

Thanks.  I take it personally, you know... :)