“Smoothie's MINE, bitch.”
Right now I smell like doody, my hair is greasy enough to deep-fry a pan of chips and I hate the majority of mankind. So I guess I feel like a real game developer again. And we've only just gone a wee bit beyond the 24 hour mark so far. I'm relying on a fairly respectable arsenal of noodles and Play energy drinks to tide me over.
Tic-Tacs: I may smell like armpit, but at least my breath is minty fresh.
... don't ask about the butter.