On Thursday I go in for surgery to fix my hideous facial deformity. No, the other one. No, not that one either, the other… no damn it the overbite! Yeesh.
I am highly optimistic the experience will be pleasant and wondrous and there will be unicorns and flying puppies and morphine (not necessarily in that order) and absolutely no horrifying painful doom.
What this means for Species is an unknown quantity at this point. On the one hand, I’ll have The Month Of Pain off work, which means far more free time than I am used to. I might even manage to be productive!
On the other hand, I may also be sitting in silence with my jaw wired shut by some massive metal head-device, slurping milkshakes and wallowing in self pity whilst imagining the day I finally weaponise my superior brainpower and become the iron-fisted dictatorial ruler of the planet. I’ll show them, I’LL SHOW THEM ALL!!!
Oh great I’m having flashbacks to my childhood. That’s never a good sign. What were we talking about? Oh right, jaw surgery.
Yeah, I can’t promise I’ll be hugely productive. It’s possible I will be, but it’s equally possible I might just end up spending the entire month playing Kerbal Space Program and setting up a gigantic ocean base on Laythe.
Still, could be worse. I could be playing Minecraft.