getting there

Okay: that's six and a half springkink prompts done (if rather short ones), eighteen and a half to go. We progress.

Granado Espada is being as much fun as I remember, though my characters don't seem quite as effective. I'm not sure whether to blame several months of not playing, or nerf-patches in the meantime, or both. Though more likely the first. Plenty of the game still to explore.

Coworker brought birthday cakes in to work today. She sits at the desk next to me. The cakes were next to me. This did not help my attempts at dieting.

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'You have been tried by twelve good men and true, not of your peers but as high above you as heaven is of hell, and they have said you are guilty. Time will pass and seasons will come and go. Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale. Then sultry Summer, with her shimmerin' heat-waves on the baked horizon. And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun. And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow. But you won't be here to see any of 'em; not by a damn sight, because it's the order of this court that you be took to the nearest tree and hanged by the neck til you're dead, dead, dead, you olive-colored son of a billy goat.'

-- Roy Bean