it's a sin, to live so well

watch me degenerate into self parody under the cut

my plans for the night involve peach crumble, tea, and getting misty eyed over xkcd 1110. (i did years and years and years of this, surely i can handle it? but i don't know where i am i have zero idea where i am and when i walk down the street i can't even be on the street i might as well be eight m tall)