My emotions effect my body so much that if I start getting emotionally wrecked, I start getting physically sick. Throwing up, stomach aches, tiredness, etc. It's weird.
Was given a deadline to find a new home for Alan Chadnips. April 15th and I'll have to have him elsewhere. SHFs unofficial mascot will have to find greener pastures.
Just found out that splinter-free toilet paper did not exist until 1935. Which means that people were getting splinters in the ass nearly every time they crapped of they weren't using water. Since I'm writing about 1888, I need to add a scene where the time traveler starts complaining about splinters in his ass at some point.