Knotted

Today I read a couple of really quite nice game ideas. And now I am tormented. It seems I can't bring myself to steal them. My moral compass is pointing West, young man.

Oh well, I will try to corrupt myself somewhat for any future encounter with vulnerable inspiration...

And now I find myself thinking it would be a good idea to sleep, so that I can get up and watch the Rugby in the morning. 8am seems do inhumane on a Saturday.

But tomorrow should be an exciting game. Even if I am sure it will be tense!