feeling trippy after watching this

debating what to have for dinner

if changing meds is always this funky

his base belong to him.

his meds. His yummy, yummy meds. Mmmmm, meds.

swearing at his programming

plurking to the Jaws soundtrack

mmmm, Mercenaries. There's something relaxing about making lotsa stuff virtually go *BOOM*

declaring an embargo on the existence of Monday

sending dwarves t their doom with unstable mining orders. Muhahahahaha.