Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.