I just had five caramels, a quarter pint of ice cream, and a stick of cheese for dinner. I had three glasses of wine (but they’re small glasses, juice jars really, so it’s more like two regular glasses, swear to god. Work night and all). Lala, her brother Richard, and my sister Bethany are in the living room playing Heroscape (or as I like to say, Hero-scrape). They are big, big nerds. I love the sound of nerds in the distance. Richard just said, "Special attacks are never modified by cliffs." I have no idea what that means, but it sounds…. deliberate. And nerdy. They sit out there, preening with defensive tactics and three-hundred point armies. I mock, but gently. I really do think they’re cool. Plus, they just let me show off Mr. Roombinator. Talk about nerds.
I have to go to bed because I get up to go to work when it’s still illegal to buy alcohol. I will put in my earplugs and hear them laughing anyway. I love that, too.
"No, you can have robots AND zombies," Richard says. That can’t hurt.
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