Six months ago, this was an impossibility.
Six months ago, I lost everything.
Six months ago, I nearly died.
Now look at me. Where I am. What I've accomplished. Even if the place is smallish, windowless, in the wrong part of the complex and a long way away from ground level, I still woudn't change it for anything. Who needs outside when all the commodities needed are just within reach? Even the new job is accommodating enough to allow the streaming of whatever's needed from me to the office hub. If it wasn't for the regular invasions of Kristi and Michael I would simply shun all kinds of human contact and be done with it. Then again, a get-together every once in a while does wonders to get the creative juices flowing... Just kidding, K. & M! You know you’re always welcome in my little marble-white corner of the world. Especially when you bring such wondrous gifts.
Thinking of which, I’m finally getting the hang of this neural device. Punctuation marks are easy once the right input is acquired, and entry title edition comes in handy for not signalling your own head's ip to everyone haha. Still getting that weird error with each posthought being dated forty years ago, though. Maybe its a kink in the system? Who knows. At least it autocorrects, after a while.
