when you realize you qualify for some ethereal troll nonsense about only coming out at night and having rituals to withstand the sun and all. i think i am sun sick from car to door level exposure. i bought sunscreen but that was "supposed" to be for biking so of course i forgot to count my total outside exposure waiting for rides to places from the moving funds to realize i should wear it for THAT too. choosing to be grateful to hit this limit now while i still have plenty of time to rest before the finale like a fucking persona calendar duel. i need to treat the sun with more respect but i wish i had the time to finish investing in covering garments research. the corp wants to sell me a hooded thobe and i would have to measure my body extensively which is difficult and i wish i had the capacity to just take it to a professional to negotiate a barbershop style "give me this one but make it do this" contract with someone. but i gotta save all my energy for the move to make sure it happens.

otherwise i have my lair that is kept cold as a crypt to help me recover from being exposed to any heat, including that of cooking and bathing and even the midnight rituals where i conjure myself forth using the incense magus chrono trigger iconic classic anime elf moon vibe style. if i could force you to see me as pixels instead of meat i would. lain me up scotty. two dimensional ogre troll whatever fairy ass fractalgelion Thing lost in three dimensional space