My level of antagonism depends on how self-destructive brain wants to be.
Brain wants me to eat a whole cheesecake even though lactose doesn’t always agree with me. Okay, well, Brain wants me to be happy and also acquire those sweet, sweet calories, I respect that.
Brain wants me to vividly imagine sticking a knife in my belly while I’m chopping vegetables for dinner. Sorry Brain, you’re kind of a dick.






Quiddler is also the name of a card-based word game. It plays like Gin with a lot of Qs