It's just a migraine. I've turned down the brightness on my screen. I can still function. It's better I work through this than take my baggage home.

It's fine. I'm fine. I will be fine. I'll burn out. Crash. Restart. Good as new.

No more coffee. Just a diet soda to keep me awake. I need to stay alert.

Okay, so maybe it won't be the caffeine that gives me a heart attack.

I don't need to know. I want plausible deniability.

Your definition of bad is probably a lot different than mine.

I didn't want to know!

I know my son is a gentleman, or at least I raised him to be, but he's still my boy and I'm not ready for him to be grown up.

Thankyou for telling me, Tali. Thankyou for sparing me from hearing the news from Tony.

Heart attack averted. Proud papa mode activated.

Tony is Gollum. Blu-ray is his precious. I've always seen myself more as a Samwise Gamgee.

I am a jedi master.

Migraine is preventing me from gaming, so I'm going to try to catch a showing of Birds of Prey and wish any of those awesome women would kill me and put me out of my misery.

My Friday Follow is Dr. Jimmy Palmer. Without him, I wouldn't know it was Friday. You should also follow my awesome wife, @McGeeEPistachio. She's way more interesting than me.

Seriously disappointed so many cons are having to cancel, but I get it. I wouldn't want to pass any virus onto my family.

Torres is surprisingly good at pep talks, hence my new bio.

Tony's getting married?

I need to check in here more often. Work and sleep doesn't leave much energy for being social. I don't even get to game much anymore.

So weird that Gibbs is gone. Never thought I'd see the day.

Either time is broken, or Twitter is.