As the title says. I'm a cursed player. Every now and then I get manic bursts of posting energy, and the rest of the times I just flop around like a soggy pancake you made when you were hungover in the morning but are too intoxicated to notice the difference so you just keep chewing on it despite it having the texture of wet cardboard and the taste of a poorly written literary fiction by some hack author. The metaphor had a point. I think.