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It’s me again. Emerging from the smoke like some cursed NPC whose only dialogue is “sorry about that” and “I swear this time was different.”

Every time I get absolutely flattened by life’s charming tendency to punt my plans directly into the sun, I end up writing this kind of post. You know the one. Bit of a limp. Bit of a shrug. Whole lot of “well, that went to hell.”

Turns out you can have the most finely-tuned, beautifully colour-coded plan…
…and still get absolutely bodied by Wayward Luck™. (Patent pending. No refunds.)

So yes: I’m alive. Again. Sort of. Apologies for the silence, the spiral, the missed deadlines.

Also, and I’m only slightly kidding, would anyone like to be softly kidnapped by a recovering yandere ghoul mortician?

Serious offer. Limited seating.

That’s all. For now.