Yesterday was my birthday. Found myself mostly feeling homesick and nostalgic.
There's a pile of projects I need to work on but I can't shake the feeling that most of them don't matter. Some have been in that pile for years.
Growing old is weird.
There's a pile of projects I need to work on but I can't shake the feeling that most of them don't matter. Some have been in that pile for years.
Growing old is weird.
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Maybe we should call those before they start an uprising...
Maybe later... just add that to the piles.