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It's not being sick and tired and playing Skyrim all day long instead of cleaning the house or job searching.

It's bonding with the cats!

Right, guys? Right??

But in all seriousness, both cats seem to have an unhealthy addiction to sitting in my lap and watching me sneak around dungeons/backstab folk. Sometimes they even try to help - by pawing at the screen. Good times.

Now, however, my 24-hour cold has passed (or whatever the hell that was) and it's time for me to get shaking. On things. And stuff. Maybe after I kill one more dragon -