In the middle of worrying about all these small furry children I surround myself with, my own meat sack is also degrading, which is troublesome. This bone and gristle apparatus I pilot is really not maintained well at all.
This is the Queue. I hope your wet, squelchy sacks of organic compounds in elaborate arrangements are holding up better than mine is.
Look, I’ve had an extremely stressful weekend, my cat is super sick (and she’s the only cat I know who ever successfully healed an entire fight in Karazhan, so every single thing about World of Warcraft is reminding me that she’s sick) and I’m trying very hard to keep myself positive. So yeah, the title of today’s Queue is utter nonsense, cut me some slack.