Almost let it slip me by. May they be merry and bright.
Geek boy, aspiring writer, and proud Brony with a story to tell.
As folks know, I'm a fan of Doctor Who. For a while, I could say that I had seen every existing episode of the program available to the public. Then the Chibnall era happened, and between that and my various headaches and hassles over the last couple years, I've been thoroughly disinclined towards getting properly caught up.
Been having problems with my phone provider. I call them to try and address an issue, and they either hang up on me or give me some bull about how they can't do anything...or make things worse.
Methinks I need to find a different cell phone service. Already looking for one.
I was supposed to have a day off. Had been working for three days. Then the guy scheduled to close called in, so I got called in. And my next day isn't until Saturday.
I hate my life. I hate feeling like I'm not allowed to get anything done for me anymore. What point is there in living if all you do is labor for someone else? I want to labor for me. I want to accomplish something for me. I want to feel like what I do, what I enjoy, what I want matters.
The DLC for Pokémon Scarlet is still occupying my time, but I'm working through the last remnants of what needs to be done for it. My backlog of viewing is getting whittled down, but my efforts are still stymied due to a lack of interest in certain things that I feel are necessary to watch before certain other things come along - Chris Chibnall hath burned me, and reviews for Secret Invasion have discouraged me.