“They’re eating the dogs”
“They’re eating the dogs”


My bathroom. I am my bathroom, yes. I am at once fully my bathroom and fully committed to the bit.


I’m my bathroom, pooping, and I’m not likely to forget.


For the love of the fucking game.


Trying to work up the courage to troubleshoot a very worrying disk error on the new NAS I’ve been building, which if solved will leave me the problem of working up the courage to try and migrate to the new server without losing my Plex library settings and progress.
Basically I’m frozen in fear.
I hope he didn’t wash the seasoning out of that tub before he prepared this.