I’m at a stage now where I could emotionally disintegrate any moment; Doc Martin has unexpectedly brought me to tears over John Slater and Aunt Joan: “I can’t expect you to think that I might show up every thirty years…” or something like that; either that or I’m just really tired from the two games in the past three days. Oh god, I need to like, get a cat soon before I give my furniture names and personas.