But in Canada, every day is poutine day. I hear.

Early meeting was cancelled, but I didn’t find out until I was already up, so bah.

Played: Lancer. We finished shooting down killsats with giant robot pistols and made it to the creepy abandoned space station, which naturally is full of rabid Second-Comm repair mechs. At least I can punch these ones.

Written: 166, mostly spent rewriting yesterday’s words. I think I might be reaching the point where there are so many notes about things to fix that I should just start over.