Like for serious.
FOUR times and each time the player fucked up or the copy was corrupted or the FUCKING PLANET WAS MISALIGNED or some shit and the fucking thing died. We never got to the point of the movie which was even though the universe and the world is fucking you over, at least you are not a fat rich fucker.
Or something like that.
Omen. I haz it.
Today I went to the doctor.
MOTY took me.
MOTY insisted on coming in with me.
MOTY got to listen to the doctor question me – legitimately – about my sex life.
Walked out with another script for the tramadol/panadol/iboprofen cocktail for TWO MORE WEEKS and then a CT scan, gyno appointment, pap smear (ooops) and probable slipped motherfucking disc in my back.
To go with the exploding ovaries.
And the epic legal fight that has stepped up a notch to FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and will either leave us victorious and HUZZAH and take that you evil lying bitch or bankrupt and learning an instrument to start busking for dinner cause none of us can sing for shit.
I do all mah shit epically.