i'm scared. my grandmother is in the hospital in an isolation room right now and it wouldn't be surprising if she doesn't make it and i can't do anything, i can't move, because i'm the worst, i really am the worst person i know. i can't even be there for my mother. i can't be there for myself—i shouldn't be—
watching the lib6 reunion and sitting through trevor's segment is so painfully uncomfortable i'm gripping my armchair so hard i'm essentially becoming one with it
good food today. made french toast with hamburger buns and ate that with a leftover half of a baked sweet potato and that combo was delicious. and for dinner just now (it's midnight lol) i had steamed broccoli, white and rice and a perfectly cooked, melts-on-the-tongue piece of salmon (cooked with butter on the stove, just a couple minutes on each side and then it went in the microwave for a bit and i think that made it just perfect), covered with a dill and lemon sauce my mother made. good food, not that i deserved it, but good food. anyway, how annoying that french toast is called french toast in english when in french it's pain perdu (lit. lost bread). anyway--
me when I grow up and realise that tomb raider is about some rich white girl who, indeed, raids tombs -> :O
mostly kidding but I just finished temple of the cat and didn't get what the point was until I saw that cat statue in Lara's secret treasure room in tr2. at least in the main game her motivation becomes somewhat honorable (even her going back to kill off the rest of the mutants in unfinished business)..... but she really is just another agent working for the british museum :(