|Pictured: The thing I'm not saying|
George R. R. Martin must be on.
Anyway, take all that stuff, add sleeping, eating, a reasonable number of bathroom breaks and my question is: no really, how much coke is George R. R. Martin on?
|I asked this off-duty mall Santa, but he just told me to fuck off.|
|What? He is and there's not.|
Oh, and just to be clear, I'm only speculating as to how this guy can get so much done in a day, not complaining about how long he's taking with A Song of Ice and Fire: Book VI: Everyone Dies, Even Arya. I've given up on that and resigned myself to that series being a generational thing. You know, like colonizing space.
|"Eight decades of cryo-sleep and the ice zombies still haven't|
made it to the goddamn wall? What the hell, Martin?"
-Disappointed space colonists,
orbiting Proxima Centauri