Distractions
I could rant about my night at work. I could ... but that's not what I want to do. I've already hashed it out with some friends. Instead, I'm just going to say that it's probably not good that after one week I feel like ranting in my journal. I think it took at least a few months before I got into the really froth-worthy stuff at my last job.
So, instead, I'm just going to say that I'm... well, I don't know what I am, exactly. Maybe I'm indecisive. In a nutshell, even though I've had it in a finished cartridge state for over a year now, I still think about new stuff I'd like to add to my old Ice Challenge game. Part of it is stuff I had wanted to try doing at the time but for whatever reason couldn't, and part of it is stuff that's come to light after seeing how it looks on a real NES. Some of it is new stuff that I've been inspired to do since then, too, I guess.
What does that make me, anyway?
So, instead, I'm just going to say that I'm... well, I don't know what I am, exactly. Maybe I'm indecisive. In a nutshell, even though I've had it in a finished cartridge state for over a year now, I still think about new stuff I'd like to add to my old Ice Challenge game. Part of it is stuff I had wanted to try doing at the time but for whatever reason couldn't, and part of it is stuff that's come to light after seeing how it looks on a real NES. Some of it is new stuff that I've been inspired to do since then, too, I guess.
What does that make me, anyway?