Headlights are just too bright now. We gotta regulate them.
(And before anyone says it’s just an aiming problem - no. Like I apologize to the headlight aficionados clearly lusting after lighthouses, chernobyl, or the death star, but no amount of aiming is gonna fix the fact that the moment your car encounters any kind of hill, curve, or bump, my retinas are vaporized by a shade of blue-white previously known only to god. Just accept your limits and settle for a soft orange like the rest of us)
really fucked up how you dont immediately stop being sick after breaking your fever. like cmon the hard parts done the narrative tension is gone. this is the right moment for it to end. what do you mean im still filled with evil gunk. what the fuck
