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The sore throat is getting better verrrrrrrrrrrrry slowly. Of course, it did not help that I actually vomited last night. Probably something to do with the combination of too much Tylenol and a large cherry Icee.
And y'know what? Sore throat + stomach acid = SUCKS.
At least my coughing fits have calmed down. And at least the sore throat is really the only thing wrong with me, cold-wise. Mild headaches, but that's normal.
Superbowl party tomorrow. Somebody wave their magic wand and make my sore throat disappear for the party!
Finished my crew missions. Sorry, Miranda, but I'm taking Jack's side in this. Although the fact that you're going to lose someone's loyalty no matter what you do is kind of awful. And perhaps taking Jack's side was not necessarily the best thing, since Miranda and her Cerberus connections can probably fuck up my "life" a lot worse than Jack. But still. Cerberus. I have principles, dammit!
And now my whole crew is apparently disgruntled with me. Haven't had a chance to talk to more than the bitch Miranda and Jacob, so I'm not sure exactly what's going on. Ten to one, they'll tell me I'm stupid for going off solving my crew's problems, instead of taking on the Collectors already.
Jacob's about got me wrapped around his little finger. Or maybe another body part. I swear, whoever writes these things needs to get paid a shitload of money. Also, a collection of pixels should not be able to make an actual human being sweat and shiver and grin like an idiot.
Maybe most video games don't have women in mind, but BioWare puts a helluva lot of effort into turning girls into squirming puddles of goo.
Um. Thank you, Bioware.
And y'know what? Sore throat + stomach acid = SUCKS.
At least my coughing fits have calmed down. And at least the sore throat is really the only thing wrong with me, cold-wise. Mild headaches, but that's normal.
Superbowl party tomorrow. Somebody wave their magic wand and make my sore throat disappear for the party!
Finished my crew missions. Sorry, Miranda, but I'm taking Jack's side in this. Although the fact that you're going to lose someone's loyalty no matter what you do is kind of awful. And perhaps taking Jack's side was not necessarily the best thing, since Miranda and her Cerberus connections can probably fuck up my "life" a lot worse than Jack. But still. Cerberus. I have principles, dammit!
And now my whole crew is apparently disgruntled with me. Haven't had a chance to talk to more than the bitch Miranda and Jacob, so I'm not sure exactly what's going on. Ten to one, they'll tell me I'm stupid for going off solving my crew's problems, instead of taking on the Collectors already.
Jacob's about got me wrapped around his little finger. Or maybe another body part. I swear, whoever writes these things needs to get paid a shitload of money. Also, a collection of pixels should not be able to make an actual human being sweat and shiver and grin like an idiot.
Maybe most video games don't have women in mind, but BioWare puts a helluva lot of effort into turning girls into squirming puddles of goo.
Um. Thank you, Bioware.