While my family is on vacation, I'm tasked with watching their house and dogs. Finally, some alone time to enjoy the more simple things I feel I never have time for.

Is immortality really so bad? Why do only the villans of literature pursue such while the rest of act as though we see such as vial? Perhaps the truth is that we lament our lack of such. Immortality is just sour grapes.

A lot of people become so consumed in the idea that they have to produce something for production sakes and this erred perspective often leads to creators losing the passion they held for what they made. I'm sitting here wonder if I'll just be repeating the cycle.

So much for holding to a resolution, right?

This past February was a very taxing month. Around the beginning of 2024, I wound up injuring myself and underwent surgery fixing that up. While it was thousands out of pocket to cover such because of my high deductible– I figured being relatively young I wouldn’t have needed it–, it wasn’t until that November I realized that I had been paying for accident insurance as well. I contacted the agency immediately, sent over my paperwork, and was absolutely surprised to be award more than twice what I had spent for my injury.