I'm grateful for Wacom tablets, Epson paper, Barry's Irish tea, loud cheesy MP3's, and living alone in my own apartment so there's no hassle in wandering around at three in the morning in my underwear wielding a sharp X-acto blade and yelling at the TV ("Watch out behind you, it's a Balrog!" "You bred raptors? You insane mofos!" "Aw, Charles, don't do that, Oliver Cromwell's gonna boot your ass!").