Some Reality Web

I pretty much look like a normal person who doesn't hang out in thorn bushes not eating for fun, and Minka no longer needs to be plastered to my side 24 hours a day, so that's... something. I've been working sitting on the floor with my laptop in front of me and a dog head in my lap so it might be nice to try a desk again.

Feels like Abbie would have made some great seasonal pies.

If you had hypothetical computer chips in your fingers what would you want them to be able to do?