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       Life, at least life as I know it, has been sitting steady at merely a tolerable pace. I did something kind of drastic in order to deal with the tedium, and spent almost $100 on a new DVD series I'm still unfamiliar with. Each episode is about an hour; so when I watch it all day, it really helps me kill time. One of the characters is named James, and he strongly reminds me of one of my brothers, whose middle name is also James.

      I had extraordinary luck playing Sorry tonight. I won six out of ten. It was a nice break from being a nine-out-of-ten loser, not like I'm ever sore about it. The trouble with Sorry is that it's the only game we ever play. Not only am I getting sick of it, I'm kind of for-getting how to play other games.

      Back when Need For Speed World was up, circa 2014 (ah, the good old days), I won a race against another player. Now he was a sore loser. He started swearing and threatening my life. Another player reacted pretty much the same way when I said no to a race. It's weird, how young and fragile kids can handle falling down without shedding a tear, and adults can't handle losing a virtual race! What kind of pathetic mess is this world?

      A popular quote is, I weep for humanity. I don't. I just weep for the future.

      Even mine. For reasons I cannot specify, even to a blog nobody reads, it's possible I may have to leave my city. I really don't want to. Everything I know is here; I'm finally able to go out on my own and find my way back. It's taken a whole bunch of years, but I now have the same basic capability as a dog. I don't want to lose that ability by getting thrown into a whole new environment. Again. I am so tired of moving. And for the first time since 2006, I finally know a person I want to call a friend.

      I don't want to move. I don't want to leave this stupid place. For once, I just want to stay.