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Okay, so to start off with the memoir business. I have a list of subjects but I haven't started on an artucal piece. To make it sure I couldn't get into the mind set to write on them. The only writing I did were the articles I wrote for The Gaming Ground. And yet I'm writing a blog here (D'OH!). But in any circumstance... yeah...

I had an entire blog typed out and ready for editing but I've put it off for so long that I think I should just give a quick update. I've been thinking on what I should write on my spare time between between everything else and I'm thinking of jotting down some gaming memoirs from my life that I could remember, let alone some other ones outside of video games. Not sure if I should post it here or on the Minds. Maybe both since I don't intend to use many images (unless I think it calls for it) so I could just copy and paste them. What do you guys think?

Okay, first I would like to say I'm sorry for not giving this account any attention. Either I didn't have much that was eventful or I wasn't in much in a groove for writing blogs. I am going to try to get back to writing on Pixlbit though that might be tricky considering I now have a Minds account. If you guys have one or already follow me on Twitter then thanks and such.

I'm now 32 years old. Holy crap. So it's been a peaceful birthday; went to Rio Grande for lunch, had a pizza for dinner with cake as a dessert, and just played some games (mostly Pokemon but I'll get into that later). I got my birthday present a few days before: a Logitech Wireless Headset H600. No wires to ruin and best of all, when on my dad's PC, there's no pitch feedback in the backgound. And even though I didn't buy anything on Steam I did thin my wish list out. I narrowed it down from 400+ games to ten.

I know I haven’t posted anything in a long time but this is the only place I can think of to vent at the moment. If people that follow my Twitter and Facebook accounts are actually reading this then just be keep in mind that while I believe these problems are benign compared to a number of other concerns for others around me or in the world it’s still aggravating as hell. Also, I’m not asking for pity. Nor am I asking for someone to tell me it’ll be okay because God knows when that’s something I wanted for some time I now acknowledge the fact these problems only occur because I let them and it’s somewhat my fault that I let them happen to me.

Been awhile since I posted here but I figured I would share this little story from today. 

It has been a while since the last post. I’m still writing (getting my groove back, though) and decorating my room.

I was going to write a quick blog about moving into a new apartment but long story short it's not going to happen. So instead I'll just have a quick update: I have a futon now.