|Graboid my Bacon|
I just had a lovely week vacation in the local hospital. Good news is I am home now, bad news is I have anxiety tremors that make me thrash around like a Silent Hill Nurse riding an Alien that has just been pulse rifled in the nads.
I am told it is not permanent, and I should recover in a few days.
I hope it will die down in time for me to enjoy the plastic crack Sanity Claus will no doubt bring me!
Oh, and I saw the new GW 32mm bases. CALLED IT BITCHES!! Remember I said that would be the first thing I did with 40k? Yeah. Hopefully they will follow my other suggestions.