Monday Morning Commute: Oh, I’m Sorry. I Didn’t Know.

Holy Tits on a Sacred Idol, I haven’t issued forth a meaningless communique in six days? ‘Tis the season for negligence or something. Is this inter-microphone on? Is anyone hearing this? Or am I, as always, a captive spectator in the Theater of My Own Mind? None the less. Here I am. Over-caffeinated, under-medicated, and ready to dive headfirst into Monday Morning Commute. The column where we share what we’re excited for during a given week. Maybe it’s a movie. Maybe it’s a meal. Maybe it’s a secret rendezvous in a Burger King bathroom with an omni-gendered, multiverse alien with all the holes, phalanges, phalluses, and proclivities to finally sate a very (very) nuanced sexual appetite.

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Rocking some fucking Arch Enemy.

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Seeing Whiplash tonight.

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Hopefully finishing Black Mirror this week.

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Does Grand Theft Auto V ever end?

Holy fuck.

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Hoping to send NYE with BROMEGA and others.

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Playing Mario Kart 8 with the Mrs.

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Still reading Ancillary Justice. 

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Trying desperately to get my holiday eating.

Under control.

Probably failing through the New Year, though.

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How about you, friends? What are you up to this week?