Devil May Cry and $8.00 USD cranberry juice

It's been a busy month for me, to put it mildly. Cancer hasn't let up, although I've been pretty lucky autopsy-wise. Only two this month, and one was neuro-only. But I've had at least one presentation a week and, during the first half of the month, had to deal with at least one colon cancer a week. I've gone out with friends only once all month, and though I had fun, I'm still bitter that I an NYC bar charged me eight dollars for cranberry juice. And not even good cranberry juice. At one point, I had a whole post ranting about it, but that was at least a week ago.

Anyway, I think I wrote a post about getting a PS4 and Final Fantasy Type-0. . . wait. Looks like I did. Mild update: Type-0's story is an abomination that hinders a promising battle system and an open map that at least tries to be engaging, unlike some other Final Fantasy games I could name. I gave up after two chapters, too many days ago to remember all the complaints I had for a blog post dedicated to the whole mess. Suffice it to say that my cautious optimism for Final Fantasy XV is more cautious than ever. 

Moving on to better news, I'm really loving this game so far:

Apparently fans complained about it when it came out?

Back to Final Fantasy because I guess I don't love myself

Not when it comes to this franchise. These last two weeks, I've been ruining my recent decimation of my credit card debt by setting up what I'm calling a home entertainment system. By which I mean, I bought myself a Roku TV and a PS4:

Yes, they're both on a couch

By the way, that couch is part of this number I got at IKEA. It's supposed to be attached to the couch where I sit all the time, but my mother (who claims to be a weak old women) ripped it off its hinges. It's now the world's crappiest stand. Anyway, I already pre-ordered the premium edition of Persona 5 at Amazon. They're promising an artbook, and probably a soundtrack, but I mostly want that book bag. Since Atlus' shameless lunge for my money, Persona Q, turned out to be awesome, my expectations for Persona 5 are off the charts.

Square Enix, on the other hand. . .

Bomba X 2

The grace period on my student loans will end in forty-three days. Though my monthly payments will be relatively low since I qualify for income-based repayment, I plan to pay at least double that every month. And I owe a lot of money. A lot. I've been enjoying the last few months of no payments, by which I mean climbing out of the hole I was in during the penniless period between finishing medical school and starting residency. I paid off my lonely credit card, bought new clothes, a new winter jacket, and even a new pair of sneakers. Living that doctor life and all.

In all fairness, I've made enough that I also got to see plenty of movies at the theater. I've gone out to eat with friends and family fairly often, and most of the time I even bought desert. Usually, I default to the warmed-up chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream option, but yesterday I went for a fancy passion fruit gelato with white chocolate:

Enough ice cream for four people right there. $8.00 USD

It was good, but certainly not worth as much as I paid for it. The tangy edge to the gelato totally overwhelmed the white chocolate crust, and since there was no warm portion to the desert, I lost an entire dimension of sensation. If that makes sense. I suppose there's something to be said about the price of information. This restaurant is right down my block, and now I know that I don't think their fancy "Italian" treat is worth it. I tried their tres leches a couple of weeks back, and it didn't compare with the tres leches from another restaurant further down the block.

In a move that I'm sure any restaurant owner would appreciate, I will share some pictures of menstruating/very late secretory endometrium under the cut, though the desert and period blood are in no way connected.