And that thing may or may not arrive tomorrow or the next day. Or the next day. Or the next day. Or the next day. And the next day. And the next day. I'm an egg stain.
It's that time again. Here's a nice, concise list of reasons why talking to people is bad for Sash: (No particular order) Vector for my chronic attention seeking. Unpredictable. Primary cause of emoti
Anyone who saw my desk and knew how many GPUs I had there might be concerned I was mining some form of cryptocurrency, but I doubt they'd have the same malicious intent as my degenerate family in repo