from hell

I have had 5 night shifts that I'm sure have been sent to me from the lowest, stinkiest, deepest pits of hell. I still have 2 more.

So, I'm going to see the new year dawn in while I'm trying to work out why Gladys fell, and why Queenie is confused.

Sucks. I would much rather spend it trying to push the Payload to the end of Badwater Basin, or shooting 1232 zombies in the face.

Have a Happy New Year you lucky SOBs!