It never really hits how soon The Move is until you pack up the Cintiq and see the huge empty desk space 😶💦 (mild panicking)
As the music box in your mind winds down, you collapse.
You realize, you can think?
... Just a little.
Enough to know what happened to you.
You feel a hand on your key.
Winding.
Winding.
Your doll cheeks flush.
Because you remember.
... Just a little.
Enough to know what happens next.
October is over, and so is my time with my now-ex job.
I hadn't got quite enough dirt to fill in the debt-hole, but I just won't work for a company that sees nothing wrong with using an AI actor to present its ethics videos 🙃
Taking a month to unwind and think about what I want to do next 😌 ☮️
Wisconsin, you are too long,
but your rest-stops are nice.
The cool and apparently healthy oldguy at my work suddenly died over the weekend.
He never got to retire.
Folks, put everything you have into paying off debts and saving a little bit, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF CAPITALISM.
I would like to end my recurring subscription to Birthdays. Please deliver all my undelivered aging to illegitimately elected persons in public office who are in desperate need of dying ASAP.