The Ultimate Nosedive

Bollocks.

This is my weekend off. I've had a week with next to no accomplishments, save for teaching a sixteen year old girl how to wash cars and make coffee. This weekend was supposed to be my opportunity to redeem myself, to accomplish something, to light my hair on fire and raise hell and enjoy myself. And then I saw the news.

Howls from the Edge is retooling. Lycan Thrope, bachelor extraordinaire, has pulled all of his archived content. My entire weekend is ruined.

That's right, folks. Seven days, down the tubes. Not even a good old fashioned pole polishing from Mandy Moore, a copy of The Gallic Wars, and a job offer from Central Intelligence could salvage this train wreck.