look on my works ye mighty, and despair

Today I have been mostly ditzing about on the internet, as is my habit, but also sewing (and yes, this time I have actually done some bloody sewing instead of getting distracted by fic-writing). Pez has been playing Drakengard and is coming up on the last ending, the obtaining of which involved grinding and hunting down every single weapon, and now involves button mashing of a hideous kind. Good grief.

I am remembering how much I hate attaching sleeves. Whee.