Just a general update, really, no big deal
So the bum in front of the church across the road seemed fully into his Gameboy this morning, pressing its little buttons like mad. And then I realised, he didn’t _have_ the Gameboy.*
In other news, I’m apparently an Angst Writer. Oh, please, bite me (she said, morosely). I’d paste the dooverlacky text in, but I didn’t bother copying it when I had the chance. Quiz here.
*I guess when you get real good at it, you don’t even need the Gameboy to be physically present. That’s probably the final level: Metaphysical Gameboy for the Spiritual Masters.