It started to come back to me. My drive. This is a good thing. It's been 6 years. A fuckton of time. But I'm starting to finally get that delicious feeling that I'm wasting my fucking time again. Thought I lost it. But no, welcome back old friend. I don't know what I did or how or when. But something inside just clicked. Which is a great thing! Back to wanting to do stuff, back to building! Hell yeah!It's strange. As if I've been sleeping but I'm starting to wake up. Truth be told, I have a vague suspicion it might be the alcohol I've recently kinda quit. Couldn't be arsed to write up slips of paper to get out the house for it. So thank you Coronavirus lmao. 1 month sober with 3 occasions when I drank. What a shit shit shit insidious drug lmao.
The fucking Muslims had the right idea kek.
