I've got a life. There's a dirty bowl of old milk here to my left. Wads of tissue paper. Internet bills that have already been paid. I'm sure I haven't told you yet that they throttled my internet. Now, I know that's nothing in comparison to what some of you go through -- for example, Lirpa, who's boiling water outside of hostels in an attempt to make what she considers the core juice of her life profitable -- but it still sucks when I'm looking to take that treasure from the weekly nightfall strike and I keep running into walls somehow like I've been smoking too much metal up my esophageal track, warping from here to there, right in front of the boss' face, in an area that is practically impossible to be revived from.