In an infinite multiverse, there's no such thing as fiction

I would go out and stare at the stars tonight, but number one, the sky is too cloudy. Number two, it's fucking freezing out. Number three...that one is mine. I'm not sharing number three.

I cannot handle marketing right now. I don't...I can't fucking do it.

If I finish what I need to do tonight, and I know I will, I think I'll bundle up tomorrow night, grab a coffee, and sit at The Spot at GoG. I haven't been there for quite some time. I wanted to go watch the Geminids the other night, but the weather was far too awful for that, and I didn't really want to go do that alone. So I opted to not. In my head, though, the owls would have been calling, the wolves would have been baying, every single star would have been brightly shining, or bravely falling, and the world would have been almost perfect.