The Irrepresible Ebuliance of Ignorant Gods
It's a magic moment when you're having a cruddy day and a friend, who ghosted on you months ago, parachutes in for a few moments to 'splain what's wrong with you. Jesus save me from people flouncing about in the deva-loka; I'm so pissed off now that it's positively hilarious. Thank god that the final, thready whisps of life in my productivity have only been shot in the head when I have a giant contract to fill on short order and a couple of dead languages to study. Oye. (Gracias, A.S.)