The Sunday Papers
Sundays are for somehow still not quite fully recovering from the body clock-winding mishap that was staying up for The Game Awards. Look, central nervous system, how much sleep do you fucking want? Remember how we’d stay up past 1am playing Left 4 Dead with strangers from the Muse messageboard then rise for an early Sainsbury’s shift with zero ill effects? You used to be cool.
Also cool: reading. To whit, here are some words-following-words highlights from the last few days.
