OPi8 Again
After some server troubles, it's back up and running like a pretty little princess... Running and screaming and trying to get away.
Not much worth updating today. Life goes on, and so it goes. For those who follow "things," debug started for the game I'm working on. I don't get text bugs for a week, though, so I've got idle time. I'm fixing things on my own, tweaking little bits of language, shifting them around to make them fit just right. I wish I had this kind of time on Golden Sun: The Lost Age. Too rushed on that one, too hasty to feel any satisfaction at its completion.
drinking: Sleepytime tea. Shut up.
reading: Nothing right now. I'm slacking on the internet. Pattern Recognition is still the book of choice when I'm not slacking like a big ol' slack...person.
thinking: my mood swings are showing a certain predictability of pattern. No clear trigger for them, but they're reliable. They're miniature versions of symptoms I would consider manic if only they reached that level of extremity. It's like if manic depression were a waveform, I'd be looking at waves of a similar period but a smaller range between the peaks and dips.
listening: Martha, by Tom Waits, off of Closing Time:
And I remember quiet evenings
trembling close to you...
