I am Monday's Child.

Hjalmar probably doesn't even know how inadvertently inspirational that phrase was.
Or that it's hanging on my wall like a mantra in the place of my old "I am Hank Rearden", which I have lost somewhere between states.

I'm going to get out there and suplex life after a morning of black coffee and pre-class conversation with my favorite Swede.

Because I'm Monday's child.

Also, this was supposed to be a Bren gun.
I've stumbled into it in Fallout: Tactics, and while terribly impractical, it's a
favorite of mine simply because it's very pretty. This one isn't. I don't know what happened, but it exploded halfway into it.

Life's good. I'm invincible. I love people.

4:00 AM comes early. I'm out.