Hi, Deloria! 
HEYA!
-So the V&A didn't happen. Long story short, there was a big storm the night before - I didn't actually think it was that bad because the walls in Jamie's parents' house appear to actually be made of paper, so hearing absolutely everything is not at all unusual.
I mean, yes, there was a ton of wind, but it didn't seem disastrous. Only the next day we head to the train station, only to be told that they have yet to have had a single train (in over five hours) and that a crane had collapsed, there were several trees on the tracks in both directions, and there was a fire in the tunnel. So no V&A, no diamond exhibit and no massive meringues named Admiral Poof (a suitably pretentious name for an appropriately pretentious place).
-Anyway, BRITAIN! Cold, rainy, no baroque buildings, you know.
-Nomming the massive chocolate egg my sort-of would-be in-laws bought me (that's a lot of hyphens)
-I got a new diagnosis! EDS! Probably vascular, which is not great for a number of reasons, but at least I get answers and hopefully one less thing standing in the way of my fabled oophorectomy which I want so, so badly (but no one will give me because condescending something something misogyny something bodily autonomy something "BUT WHAT IF A MILLIONAIRE WANTS TO MARRY YOU BUT ONLY IF YOU HAVE HIS BABIES???!" questions), because now we know that pregnancies carried to term have a very high likelihood of killing me. That brings the grand total of stuff wrong with me up to: Endometriosis, adenomyosis, PCOS and EDS.
-Jamie and I are super secretly engaged after 5.5 years of dating and 2 of living together but not telling anyone.
- Grocery shopping.
- Thinking about the game I'm making.
What kind of game are you making?
