Second night of night school. My IT class is an odd bunch, I see myself at different ages among them, well, maybe three of them, and one of them is actually me. Don't question it. Point is we are all huge nerds.
If we weren't all so socially awkward there's totally a solid Dungeons and Dragons group there. But we are all very socially awkward.
It's for the best. The idea of a social group made up entirely of the weird nerdy ones from everybody else's social group twists my melon.
First day of college lads. Well, first day at night school. Well, first night at night school. Feeling like the universe is paying me back for not taking education seriously by delivering this surprise second breakfast of schooling.
Feeling old. Too old to be Jeff. Too young to be Pierce. I don't know how this is going to play out.
Got that #Starfield game and kind of feel bad for how nonplussed I am with it. Am I really so jaded that this gigantic game with all its many systems and pretty graphics doesn't impress me at all? Turns out yes, I am. So much game, so little character or excitement to it.
One for the modders though, because it's all there and it all functions. Plenty for them to get their teeth into.
Something has come up with work that has required me to reacquaint myself with Rocket League.
I tried to get out, but life dragged me back in.