We're laying in bed, a little buzzed but nothing crazy, nothing nutso, nothing we're going to regret too bad the next morning. J's playing a game on Nintendo called Animal Crossing. You make a new home for a bunch of animals on an island. They walk around like people and have these huge heads. They speak this gobbledygook language that sounds like a dial up modem on helium. I've been watching her play it for hours and there doesn't seem to be a point to any of it.
