![]() I can’t tear my eyes away from the screens can’t even blink. The handful of dice dig into my palm as I squeeze them tight, and I rap twice on the desk with mystuffed hand. I’m a night owl, and I think better after midnight. I lean back in my desk chair and frown at the spread of computer screens, blue light washing over me in a sickly glow. ![]() Or option three: roll my favorite dice and hope for the best. This is good for laundry questions and houseplant care not so much for illegal activities. Option two: draw on the collective wisdom of the internet, and hope my exact predicament has come up before. ![]() Option one: call my friend Tabitha to check what a normal person would do-and hopefully get her boyfriend Spencer to weigh in, since as a cat burglar, she’s not that normal either. Whenever I need to make a big decision, I have three different plans of attack. ![]()
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