I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
The birthday has come and gone. Low-key and lacking in ceremony. Such is my preference. This one carries no special significance save that for a change I genuinely feel older. I went to dinner at the local steak house Wednesday and had a good steak (a genuinely rare find in Jefferson City, MO). My sis made pizza for supper last night a piece of which I am having cold for breakfast this morning - hamburger, onion, mushroom, and black olive, with extra mozzarella and cheddar.
I've spend more online of late, though I've not updated my journal as regularly as intended. I spend my time, rather, in a chat room at Walkers in Darkness. I seem to go through phases where I visit there often and for long periods and others where I visit less often and for very brief periods. I don't know what the pattern is, precisely, nor if it has any correspondences, but I would like to find out. Some day I'll look at my log files and see if I can extract information from 'em. I fear the statistical answers.
I've decided to pursue getting a projector. I really haven't much more to say on that. I watched Blade Runner, and Rob Roy, yesterday and realized what I'll be missing when I can't watch movies anymore. Got to keep things going while I can.