urgh

Weekend of chainsaws, Monday was sore, but now dealing with a stomach bug.

Also afraid the entire premise for 3/5 is out the window. They cannot be part of the same gaming group.

Still trying to block the shooting incident. He doesn't want to talk about it, and she is drawing a blank.

Jacob hasn't provided references, so I may need to do more research. Ilsa is laughing at me.

Gus is shuffling his feet, and I'm afraid to ask what he has done now. An embarrassed incubus is a curious sight, and most assuredly not a comforting one.

Marta started swearing in Vietnamese. I do not speak French or tiếng Việt.

Darren hasn't done more than occasionally clear his throat, and point at something, which may be significant, but HE WON'T FRINKING EXPLAIN WHY.

Had a lovely idea for an art project, but Himself says I still should not paint the interior of the Madwoman's Conveyance with fireworks.

Back to work on the next chapter.