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Good Morning to my past.
I'm more than 2500 miles from where I started on December 27. "As the crow flies," I'm only 1000 miles away from you, and idioms in my head will echo on.
I'm super curious about RB4 DLC support being moved to Fortnite Festival support, and instrument-controllers are expected to be involved. I have Clone Hero running pretty cleanly back at the lab, I can dream of getting that all 100% again.
I'll be creating a retro den. I'm not even going to pretend to want to play new video games anymore; my goals are modest.
Retrogames and Hockey and Football
A big garden in the back
A place for my kids to visit.
Those are all realistic, small goals that I believe I can reach.
When will you see me again? I don't want to go back to my past, so I'm digging this up less. I'll reach out when it's time.
I miss my kids. I miss my few remaining local friends. I miss the familiarity of living in Orlando, at home. I miss knowing what next week is going to be like, even if I can't make plans. I miss sleeping during the day.
But I love my life. I'm a travel-hardened bottle of delight, full of puns and song lyrics and sensitivity. People love to be around me when they let me sleep on my schedule. And I like to be around them!
Sleep on a schedule that involves zero panic-awakenings.
Have enough income to sustain my rent & utilities
Speak when faced with a challenge.
Earlier, I had to argue with my host about liking the burnt ones. She got the even BURNTD-ER one. No, I don't think she's taking them for herself; I think she truly believes they're unpalatable. I enjoy the burnt ones, though! Anyone who knows me knows...
oh right.
Everyone who knew me is behind this wall. I don't need to keep thinking everyone knows me, not anymore. They don't, frankly.
I want to be known, and not punished for being me.
So to my past, I'll drop it here when I think of you.