I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to think of something to talk about, but I haven’t done anything but work on stuff for a long time. Apparently all work and no play does make Jack a dull boy. Or the kind of play I do it’s interesting to describe, although considering people will watch other people play games for hours at a time maybe that’s a new way I could change my play into work. The monetization of all activity must me completed!
I found out in the course of a few days that some people died and I hadn’t heard. Friends, and an old teacher. It’s not like it’s the first time that has happened or anything, but they were closer to me than most people at the times they were a big part of my life. It made me melancholy in a way I haven’t been in a while. I don’t have people around me I trust to confide in about that sort of thing anymore. I vent online, but it’s not quite the same as having a person with you to talk things out. I guess there’s no point in thinking about it. My life is what it is. I have to cope inside myself.