Bits of I

I'm fiddsing with a Cyberpunk larp, wuch to my satisfaction. All creative, fast with the social analysis, a brain that slips into cracks, shortly followed by a tongue.

It's been a while. I missed my old self, or parts of it, but bits of I seem to be back again, more or less, which is good.

Going out with Erin may have something to do with this. I suppose not desperately looking for work may also be an influence, as may a feeling of community and a certain degree of associated optimism or understanding or something. Or maybe I should stop trying and blame it all on sunspot cycles.