Five minutes to go.
The countdown timer ticked down on my stream overlay while I stared back at myself in the camera preview. One-armed. Sleep-deprived. Wearing a plastic tiara from a Halloween costume someone else must have worn years ago, because it sure as s**t wasn't me, and a glitter-covered sling with Speedrun Energy stickers all over it that I'd put together at the last second with hairspray and craft glitter.
I already regretted the glitter,.My keyboard was never going to recover. But it looked good on camera, and that's what mattered.
“This is fine,” I muttered to myself, full-on channeling the dog in the burning house meme as I took a sip from my energy drink can and set it down on the table beside me with three other empty cans. I was fairly certain that if I cut myself now,
