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Time for the next game. Come out, come out, wherever you are!

I guess that explains why I feel so loopy.

I also guess I'm on some sort of cosmic quest for answers to some very strange questions. It's not like any particular kind of loopy, more stuck in a wormhole or whatever.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

I mean frankly I think there's so much uncertainty going around that things really do seem to have reset in some capacity. It's not that I know what I'm talking about in this sense, more that there isn't much logical alternative.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

I feel like I am in a huge space before Reset. Mainly I've avoided Uncertainty by not shopping, but I am exposed to the Uncertainty of school and family trips (and workplace). If I were a heart which has it's normal "sinus" rhythm, right now I'm in Afib (fluttering) ---- stuttered steps forward.

I suppose that also makes sense considering I'm still just as stuck behind some screens as I always was. Turns out I put off some work until tonight but at least I know what it is.

It's good that I'm not in a rush anymore but that also means hurry up & wait...

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

All I can do today is drink coffee & work. It's not even within my expertise, I'm simply put acceptable at this & that's all.

Drowning sorrows in the most caffeinated coffee possible is a slippery slope.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

I guess the right sandwich is a decent cure-all for that, if there's really such a thing. It's like I know my way through life without other people almost entirely, but that doesn't make my M.O. sustainable for anyone at all.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Time to give my poor underpowered computers a rest, that's all I know.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

That fan on my laptop sounds like a jet engine sometimes, but so far it's still spinning.

I guess in my dusty nook full of laptops I've become less trusting of people in general lately. I mean it's hard to feel good about people in my life when they usually just aren't around. My social life disappeared long before the quarantine & I'm just not sure if things will ever really look up for me. All I'm looking forward to is getting enough work done to keep my job, which I'm really not too sure about.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

I guess I could always be better about knowing when I'm just in 'shutdown' mode, kinda like my entire weekend.

I'm afraid I'll just be stuck inside another week. People expect a lot of me, so I've been keeping to myself too much.

_________________
"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos