

This mostly wasn’t my cup of tea, this time. I shouldn’t have tried to watch at dinner time, I guess.
But I will be using those improved stages of grief.
Edit: In particular, the next time someone asks me why I took up another weird hobby, I may answer “I’m grieving.” There’s a grain of truth in that, anyway.














If DropOut thinks all it takes to get a laugh out of me is bringing back the ridiculous vibe of the 1990s… then I guess they know their audience pretty well.