The day has become steadily more inconvenient as time has passed. Jye seemed to be sick, so the planned marathin of game writing we were going to do looked sketchy at best. Then he was ill, in that really bad way. It is a sign of unconditional love shared between parents and their children, owners and their cats, or a person and their significant other when you clean up after them.
After which I had to go into work, after which I will go home to try to write the game and get Jye what ever he needs to get better. Sigh.
I always had this impression that my life would be more glamourous.