Day 3

I was doing so well and yet, not. I don't know how but suddenly I found myself online and with a Facebook profile and now I'm a level 4 mob boss in Mob Wars (suck it, bitches! also, we could really use one more person in our mob) which is not remotely related to the project at hand. Also, all the people on there with my name look like each other, even that one chick hanging around in her undies.

Anyway, I was suited up and ready to sally forth into an era-appropriate diner but the Fates pulled me elsewhere and then worked the torso with some uppercuts and what feels like a roundhouse kick to the side. I am dying from a 1928 disease, I'll have to go to the library down the street to see what's wrong so I don't wander into a 1928 medical facility which'll be like the House on Haunted Hill, and you can't tell me otherwise. Or I could have a lie down and drink some hot water with leaves. At least they had Pepsi in 1928. Stupid Facebook. I feel so dirty.

What else have I learned? Even I can get tired of knitting and there can be a point where I don't want to do anything with my gorilla hands and I can learn to like cornflakes since it requires no preparation whatsoever. Also, sandwiches.