I think my wrists are going to fall off. I need my ergonomic keyboard dammit.

No fandom talk whatsoever.

Need to whine, need to stop doing IS and just take a breath.

Oh look, artificial lighting.

If the radiation doesn't get to me, the large pizza I ate yesterday will. Yes, one whole large pizza all by myself. Despite the feeling of nausea and the bloated whale impression it was the most beautiful experience I have had (food related) in a very long time.

Okies, back to work.

I find Midori no Hibi strangely endearing. I suspect it's because of the male protagonist. Seiji have all the markings of a character that I can like. In fact I can pretty much put him in the same category as Yuusuke, Ichigo, and possibly Naruto.

Hmm, this could explain why I had such an adverse reaction to Ryouma. Snark is good, snark in the main character take awhile to get use to.

Since we are half way there, I refuse to put myself through the torture of watching the match between Ryouma and Sanada. At least not until someone tell me who won. And if I don't like the answer (or the reasons for the results) I think maybe it's time to give up on PoT.

Okay, maybe not give up, but definitely something big and emotional.

I am a dork.