Seventeen

I kind of marvel at how I’m able to hold so many separate things in my brain.

Had some interesting discussions with Clint from Liberty Lockdown on Twitter.

I should probably screenshot those, and save them to the gallery here before I nuke all of my old Tweets next.

(If you STFW, you can find scripts that’ll go through and delete all your old Tweets. It’s not that I really care that someone checks back on what I wrote, but so much of it loses relevance…unless you’re just looking to find something where I misspoke under changed standards. Maybe I shouldn’t care, but, refer back to the tagline here. “Everything Gets Deleted, Eventually.” I’m sure the censorial out there really wish that could happen faster, but…)

I’m getting more and more jealous that I can’t go to the Peddling Fiction super-spreader event next month. I’ve never really wanted to go to Mexico before, but this sounds like it’s going to be doubleplus fun.

(And, if I wasn’t worried about staying employed, now, I might be tempted to try some of the other recreational activities that’ll be present there…..)

Other stuff. Well, I got my results from my medical tests earlier this month. I have to go for another check in a few months, but no cancer.

So there’s that, I guess.

Prompt: What I have accomplished in the last 10 years?

I guess the biggest thing I can say right now is that I’ve survived.

I can still look at myself in the mirror without any reservations. Yes, I’ve sometimes done things that weren’t, in retrospect, 100% the best thing, but I don’t have anything I’m ashamed of. At all.

I have a lot of resentment, but I’ve gotten past most of that, too.