Tuesday Morning Commute: Reality is a Glitch

Hey friends. Tuesday Morning Commute! in the house. The column where we share the various nonsense that is getting us through the grind of a given week. Speaking of grinds — sorry for the lack of updates. And the tardiness of this column. Last week of the semester is a wonderful sprint through existence. Pubes on fire. Covered in anxiety-vomit. Praying for a better world. The good news is that starting next week you’re going to be way stuck with me for four months.

This is what I’m digging.

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Anticipating: Godzilla.Godzilla.Godzilla.

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Playing: Syndicate.

One of the neat things about the last generation passing is the amount of cheap games on the market. $10 for a middling, but fun cyberpunk FPS? Okay!

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Watching: Review.

Review is brilliant. I don’t throw this word around a lot – or if I do (I have no memory, it’s gone, gone!) – I shouldn’t.

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Obsessing over: The NHL playoffs, man.

I knew I loved you, Prince Henry.

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Concerned with: It’s bikini season and I’m a mess.

Between the “my back pain is cancer” dementia and my 101 temperature/chest cold last week, I pretty much haven’t been to the gym regularly in a month. That hasn’t stopped me from crushing whole pizzas and bags of Skittles, though. So if self-improvement is masturbation, I need to start furiously jacking it.

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That’s me, folks. That’s allllll me! What are you getting into this week? Let’s dance!