My first day of vacation: my 400-page report keeps introducing new side quests. Word destroyed the image formatting twice, I finally finished reviewing the text, and now it's just me versus the tables.

the urge to reread ASOIAF is so strong, but I refuse to get emotionally invested again until george r. r. martin decides what century book six is coming out

oh and blackwall puts "formal attire" on the wedding invitation like he doesn't own exactly one outfit

i'm pretty much sure that cullen has already alphabetized the guest list while the inquisitor still doesn't know they're getting married

i didn't want to work out today, but then I remembered that Jane Shepard saved the galaxy, answered emails, and still got her cardio in, so here we are