Day in the Life of an Idiot

I'm not sure what would make me happy at this point, tbh. Happiness seems vaguely obscene to me, as does any sort of optimism. I dared to feel any sort of hope and then *gestures vaguely to spending my entire supposed winter break trapped inside and unable to do anything except more work because my workload quadrupled from pre-pandemic levels*.

But yes, I do like snail mail and silly RPG writing.