A good parking space is not to be sneezed at. Especially when you have to compete with eldritch monsters for a spot that’s not to close to the flesh reaper pit.
I’ve had a much better couple of weeks. My brain still isn’t quite back to where it was, but I feel like a human again (for a given value of human) and less like someone being driven around by a particularly stupid hamster.
Damn hamster brain.
I don’t have a lot else to report, but if you have any Lovecraftian news please let me know in the comments!
Until next time may your enemies’ computer mice never quite track properly.