Damn you, Broken Sword!

Vilette is languishing on my bedside table. I haven’t vacuumed the front room in over 2 weeks. We have old salad in the fridge which may be harbouring life, and I don’t fold my clothes before I put them in the drawers any more.

Damn you Broken Sword, damn you and your addictiveness.

In other news: being 21 feels no different from being 20, which felt no different from being 19, which felt no different from being 18…

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