I ate some food court Chinese and now, by every observable metric, the food court Chinese is eating me. I was able to play a couple rounds of Blood on the Clocktower last night before I began to get a wobbly feeling I described as "nautical" and I have spent the last ten hours or so in a state similar to a furniture warehouse whose boss is out of town, i.e., "Everything Must Go."
On the plane, as a balm against the nearly twenty hours of flight that day, I took whatever kind of comfort is possible from the movie Backrooms. Before I left, Gabriel and I had discussed it a bit and decided to make a few spooky scary strips on Hollywood's tireless hunt for something that isn't a sequel or remake. YouTube was actually a great place to start! You could also have gone with Gabir I suppose but his terrors trend toward the boutique.
(CW)TB out.
