It's that time of year again: Cheap Chocolates Day! Only I already have enough chocolate and also don't feel like going out shopping tonight. Additionally, experience has taught me that only the low-quality shit gets poured into heart-shaped molds, wrapped in red & pink foil, and sold to equally low-quality saps. No, MY chocolate, the GOOD chocolate, does not go on sale merely for the aftermath of some consumerist pseudo-love-fest. It takes something truly auspicious to get the good stuff to go down in price. Like, to cite a recent example: Lebanon's incredible brewing supply store clearing out shelves of chocolate to make room for more and better beer. Now THAT'S an occasion. (Mmmm... dry hopped.)

Oh, check this out, achievement unlocked: unfriended and blocked on Facebook by my wife. And no, the divorce isn't final yet, so she's still technically my wife. Managing to get unfriended and blocked by my wife seems... impressive, somehow? Or maybe just weird and unsettling? Probably more that last one.
Though to be clear, she's fundamentally not worth my time. I have joined the ranks of noble (and numerous!) souls who see no value in interacting with her. Even her considerable creativity - her only asset of note - is being grossly misapplied. (She's doubled down on the whole "my blog is a career" thing HAHAHAHA wow. It was cute before it destroyed our marriage, I guess? Now it's just sad. Watching it go nowhere continues to be satisfying.) Anyway, point is: this is no great loss. And I didn't earn this rebuke from some drama or argument with her; I just posted an honest Valentines Day request of my friends to talk at length about boundaries, and contingency plans for when someone stumbles into an emotional affair. A legitimate request that could potentially save someone's relationship. Nothing to stir up drama, barely even any shade thrown between the lines. Only a smidgen.
Are changelings burned by truth and wisdom, like demons are burned by holy water and vampires by crosses? Something to ponder.
Facebook is my go-to acquaintance-management tool, so I suppose I'll have to email the changeling to finalize the logistics of our taxes and divorce. Annoying.

I vowed to relax obligation-free and play video games yesterday - V-day - but that mostly didn't happen. I stayed late setting up two big syntheses at work, then I went to the gym to run on a treadmill like some rodent because fuck Winter. (No but really, fuck Winter. I don't care how beautiful she is - she's trying to trap me, fatten me up, and then kill me.) When I finally got a few hours of gaming in, my fiancee died and my friends abandoned me. Okay technically this happened to King Noctis and not Brandon Kier, but it was still a depressing end to the day. But at least I (Noctis) can kill a bunch of monsters tonight to relieve stress.
All my real-life monsters are technically people, so to avoid jail time (and to avoid being a horrible person) I will of course confine the killing to video games, where it belongs.

(President-thing Trump is too stupid to be a villain; he's just a monster. The changeling and the betrayer are merely monsters as well. They have far less control over their lives than they realize - victims of their tangled web of justifications, frightfully narrow parameters for achieving happiness, and income-free Alternative Careers(TM). Bannon and Pence might be legit villains, though.)

Hmm, Valentines Day was supposed to inspire me to keep writing my book, which is set in a world stuck on the day before Valentines Day. It's a long story - literally - which is why I've taken a break. Well, I can get back into it once I finish up with FFXV. Someday King Noctis and his entourage of capable prettyboys will defeat the Empire of Niflheim and... oh wait, it's a Final Fantasy game, it's going to have at least three layers of surprise villain twists. Maybe my unnaturally pretty friends were the evil masterminds THE WHOLE TIME and they were also figments of my imagination and also a dragon god with insanely high HP for some reason! Anyway, good game, would recommend. Just don't play the depressing part on Valentines Day after having been betrayed and abandoned by a shitty spouse. Would not recommend.

Time to wrap up this Ramblevomit wordspew with...
with nothing? It's the end. That's all. This is the end of the post.