It’s been quite the year. For esports. And for me. Potentially the lowest I’ve been in quite a long while, since Dad died. Since I gave Mom away to Ray. My anxiety is at its highest levels that I’ve ever felt. A lot of that rests on me.

I used to write a lot. Every day. In notebooks with a fountain pen, I kept notes on anything I wanted to. Before I was let go at Feedback, I bought a Techo planner that I was going to make a grid for. It worked for a week. Then I was let go.

I’m finally going to use this as a means to restart that habit. The longer I keep this up, maybe the longer I can keep my sanity. It’d be nice to think that I can keep something in my head.

I’ll update my blog over the next few weeks to bring it kicking and screaming into the modern times—secure and decently clean enough to maintain some sort of presence. Maybe even move from tweeting to blogging again? Sure would be nice. Wouldn’t it?

Samson says “hi,” too.