Hi, I'm flying home for my birthday (moved out of state for work, then lost my job, and been unemployed for 4 months). My mom asked what I would like her to make me for my birthday dinner, and I have no clue what to ask for. I'm just at a loss because I don't know what I like. I'm not picky, but if left to my own devices would eat mueslix for months at a time. I hate feeling attention, and worst of all pity... But that is the primary feeling when I return to my mothers home. I feel lost and trapped, as more if my life falls through my fingers like a hand desperately grasping into dry sand. Everything feels wrong and I hate that I agreed to come home at all.

I'm not the artist, just wanted to share some of my favorite comic.

No direct spoilers

I beat bg3 tonight. A zombie I didn't know throws a party for me and the two other people in my party... Like 30 empty chairs. I think I missed a lot of the game.

I bet that zombie spent hours getting all that food, furniture, and a musician I didn't know together.

This ruins my brain