There's more to it.
Instead of wondering where all my fucking money went, my budget is SOLID. I'm tracking every spend and reviewing/categorizing them daily.
I check my calendar every morning, and I don't miss appointments or overbook myself like I used to.
I think...I was depressed for a very long time.
I'm trying to to figure out how I became an adult that executes on a home project involving wood and power tools and sawing and measuring and planning.
This wasn't me a decade ago, and it's not like I was a kid then either.
Something has changed about my executive functioning.
Well, they did can their SUPER GENIUS CHIEF SCIENTIST
Back on my Peloton bullshit
"I'm a hardcore," I said.
"Sure, I like 100%ing platformers," I said.
OP said "accessible". If I buy Dark Souls, I will rage quit the minute the difficulty curve kicks in and put it on the shelf, buy it two more times on other platforms, never play it, and finally pick it up as anger management therapy 14 years later. Like I did with Donkey Kong Country Returns.
I settled on just diving back into Skyrim, because all the dungeon crawlers on Switch are epileptic dever dreams. Almost pulled the trigger on the Wizardry 1 remake tho.
Oh my goodness. That is a lot of red.
But look! Some green chutes! Let's see if we notice a pattern:
I want to throw on some #dungeonsynth and lose myself in an accessible dungeon crawler on the Switch.
I am usually a chill guy about the bitcoin price, but this situation makes me optimistic. I'm sure some subconscious pattern-recognizong part of my primate brain has conditioned me to get a money boner before my brain can explain why.
GM. My thoughts are too disorganized and blinded by impotent professional rage to say anything of value, so just close your eyes and picture me belting out a primal scream and throwing poop at every monitor and phone notification I see today.
It's the Mormonism of fast food.
"Sapphire" zone sounds so elite, until you realize that Ruby, Citron, Malachite, Opal, Pearl, Diamond zones all board before you. After the veterans and disabled and the single mothers and people with IBS.
Did you go inside? It's like an American fast food alternate reality. The service is exceedingly friendly. It's clean and the atmosphere isn't depressing. They don't screw up your order.
Still trying to understand what BlueSky actually solves exactly. I guess it serves as a Strategic Bluehair Reserve. We know exactly where to find mentally infirm crybullies should we ever need to weaponize them against our enemies.