Got up for the early thing, but it got rescheduled for tomorrow, too late for me to go back to bed at all. (It’s only a half hour earlier than usual, so that was never really much of an option. But still grumpy.)

Read: Do You Need Assistance (Ralts Bloodthorne): The three-way battle is really getting stuck in, lots of missiles in space and hovertanks in murderjungles, smol aliens stepping up to be almost as cool as the humans, capitalist oligarch aliens not understanding how hosed they are.

Words: 458 kitten words.