2008 — not the greatest year for this little site. In general, my year exploded and sparkled in brilliant colors, but in a particular sad quadrant of my life — that would be the toothy-quadrant — 2008 remained a dull black. Toothaches, man. Pairing physical pain with a general financial hopelessness in trying to treat said pain is never good on the psyche, and certainly not good for fledgling, soon-to-be-spectacular, and thoughtful gaming sites like this one.
You know what? I give a strong damn about this fine little site, and I’m not about to let it slip away into the filthy crevices of internet armpits. So please keep checking back then and again, knowing that this site is thinking about you… like a beautiful, hospitalized grandparent with too many setbacks to show well-deserved love.
Again, thanks for your patience with these desolate spurts of blogs. In the meantime, please try and enjoy the beautiful, heartfelt joy that is Mother 3. I couldn’t recommend it more. I’ll get to the ‘why’ later.
Dude. You’ve hit the limit. Call your mom and borrow the damn money to get your tooth fixed. You wanna hear a story? My friend K’s brother had a tooth infection, which he ignored because, again, no monies. But then he developed a blood infection from said tooth infection, and when was all said and done he had to have two of his heart valves replaced. He nearly died.
Take care of the damn tooth.
Jen–
Not all mothers have money.