Freewrite the Watch

Oooh it's been a couple months since I've been this excited about an Overwatch game or two. Why? Well, I think it has to do with my mindset.

Often times I'm playing Overwatch due to one, maybe two main reasons: because I'm bored, because I want to improve my (videogame?) reflexes and rank up, or because I need an escape.

Since I lost my main source of income (i.e. my "day" job) a few months ago, life has been rather tough. Not difficult; difficult would be 3rd world problems like (lack of) good food & water access, war & disease, absolutely corrupt governance: the works, what.

No, life has been tough mentally. Am I too hard on myself? It's mostly due to the passage of time: I can't help but have this nagging voice (this one the silent kind) in my head, I guess some people could call it the "biological time clock", but I think it's just the feeling of aging. Anyway, the voice can pretty much be summed up as: "you're in your 10s/20s/30s; you should be doing this"; in other words, shoulding on me. Don't should on me. It's not a good idea to do that wantonly.

So I have this inner voice putting pressure on me to feel pressure about not contributing to society or whatever. I just feel lonely.

Man, that takes me back to my support group days. You know, before most of these things moved online (and I aged out of many of them which really blows). It's crazy you have to sign up to chat with people about real things and without substance use, but when the world is this divided, I'll take that over mindless, infinite content.

While I'm freewriting some thoughts down, I have a sneaking suspicion that what happened in the 80s/90s in the Canadian mental health realm i.e. the rapid deinstitutionalization of inpatient healthcare will accelerate and go in tandem with the collapse of the Ontario health care system.

Where people in extreme states used to have a place to stay/sleep, now they get given prescription drugs and told to figure things out, and of course the state will help you, with promises of social work and housing help... as long as you keep taking their drugs.

I experienced the above phenomenon quite literally. I've written about it on this blog before, and sometime when I'm braver and less lazy I'll link this up to such a post that was written from the depths of the mental health wards in Toronto for your reading displeasure.

Anyway, my feeling is that to save taxpayer money, the government will encourage people to get mental health at home. Mental health at home = sitting in front of a Zoom screen with other hurt, bleeding human beings and praying that the current therapy leader has more energy than the last.

Okay, that's the pessimistic view of how therapy support groups work on the internet.

In practice, if I can feel feelings of wellness while playing a very social videogame (not an oxymoron anymore!), then therapy with qualified professionals can work just as well. The only difference is that one thing is enjoyable, and the other might not be. Okay, well, that applies to both. Therapy can be painful, but ultimately isn't life supposed to be enjoyed? If therapy leads to joy, as long as I can afford it, then it is good.

Okay, that's a simplistic view of how to get better.

In practice, how do I get better at Overwatch? I do the things that lazy people don't do: I look at old games, I write down the aspects of my game that I want to improve on, and I ask questions.

What do I do, usually?

Mindlessly queue for the battle pass points because I refuse to spend more real money on Blizzard games and that Mythic skin looks pretty sweet and I'll buy it with my fake points eventually, dammit.

Ugh.

Somewhere in time, this'll all make sense again.

Oh, here's a random screenshot before I ragequit from competitive a few months ago, lol. Yeah, I've never been a ragequitter, which is why taking a break from this game is always a good idea...

King of received music

Gah, I have such an epic post title and I know - I just have this feeling that I won't be able to live up to it. Today's song of the day is related to positivity, and I must keep as such, however.

Enough fluff.

Today's song of the day is particularly special to me because I remember the moment I first listened to it. It's a song that was sent to me, back in the mid-2000s, by a "Weston" friend (the "other" secondary school).

I don't really feel like being nostalgic at the moment so I won't go into all the details of how I got this particular track through MSN, and how MSN was a main driver of new music discovery for me (and was SO much better than the artificial playlist streaming crap we have today). Think of it like MTV, but for the dawn of the internet age.

ANYWAY #2.

Here is Jimmy Eat World's The Middle.

Infinitely sheltered

This song has been stuck in my head for a couple days. I cannot believe it's already 7 years old... and just like the rest of the YouTube commenters, I am assailed by the barrage of infinite content and the passage of time.

and because sub 2-min songs don't really satisfy me (in much the same way that YouTube Shorts or TikToks don't), here's a more cheerful (but forlorn) track that's also been stuck in my head. I don't really know who Porter Robinson is, but Madeon came out with Pop Culture in the early 2010s and if you've been following the internet, you should remember it as one of the most important "mashups" of all time.

Better striking

Strike price.

Strike targets.

Striking first.

Writing a blog post starting from a random blog title is, for once, creative.

Going counter to my usual method of writing shiz down then figuring out the blog title, today, I try and share something differently and with more positivity.

My life doesn't really suck all that much. There are certain things that I can't really express on here, despite all the anger, despite all the love I feel sometimes; it's all improving, regardless.

In retrospect, I have poor emotional control, and the problem I face is that I rationalize my extreme states by ultimately arguing for my arguments from the past; i.e. it's okay that I'm angry and yelling because it makes me feel good - temporarily.

Then regret sets in, until time heals and washes away the regret, and I continue with my relatively sane routine of taking care of myself, not overworking, and avoiding the lack of silence as much as humanely possible for my bleeding ears.

Okay, that last paragraph is a bit scary; maybe I'll revisit it later, maybe not.

Either way, it's been a gorgeous couple of 20 degree plus weather. For the last of you Americans holding out on the Fahrenheit scale, that's room temp. At the end of October. Crazy, and yet most definitely not unheard of.

Ugh. Writing in english is such a slog; but I write so much faster in English that I just can't seem to... change.

For an optimist, I'm pretty relativistic

Relatively speaking, I'm less angry over my Overwatch losses (and wins too).

The only aspects of the game I'm still bitter over are the following:

1. The switch from 6vs6 to 5vs5 (the upside is a more defined tank role)
   
2. Free-to-play diluting the player pool (the upside is the queue times have -never- been shorter)
3. How lonely I feel playing this game for thousands of hours, but never with a team of friends (the upside is that I use this game to recharge my emotional/social 'buoyancy')

Eye exams cost too dang much

The glasses cost less than the eye exam. That's insane.

Yeah, but the glasses cost too much.

And they come with a particular filter.

I am the supervisor

Can I get the taxi number?

... I dunno it.

I do know to check the yellow circular light; something the OPP doesn't seem to care about.

Gum on the woolsock

Gum there was on the sock. Gum I took out of the sock, piece by piece; it gummed up my fingernail. Ke$ha playing on the radio; I gum up in silence.

Whilst reading up on the Canadian Copyright Act,

I came across this beauty, after reading some of the glossary terms like perceptual disability:

Oh and before I show you it, Google needs access to my cookies (?!) to allow me to upload to my personal blog for some reason?

Instead here's a screenshot of what I'm trying to show you, taken by my OnePlus 11 (this for future me to remember my current phone era):

Sonomotory

A nonsensical title for a sure-to-be confusing topic for most.

Little incredible things here and there that amaze me; such as follows is one (and I'm sure one day the last line will be considered "proper" grammer; somehow).

The BE CAREFUL voices continue, and are they ever annoying. As if I would self-censor to write on here.

All I'm getting at, and that's not all, is that I did something incredible in my music library this afternoon, whilst distracting myself from the strangers being paid to build shit in my parentals' yard.

I found - and paused - a direct splice.

Not just a -FC, but an -EC that turned into a pause that turned into the Front Cut of one of my top three fave trance songs of all time: Alphazone, with the original mix called Flashback.

The End Cut was from an artist called Sigm- something (Sigmoid?), and now all I think about is Overwatch 2's latest patch which, so far, has not been terribly received - nor by me, nor by the 1 or 2 content creators in that space that I regularly watch videos of.

One of them queues in mystery heroes (or rather, has at least one in their lifetime; I'm pretty sure my memory is good enough for that tidbit of souvenirs (which by the way, I think are a bit over the top on the MTX but considering the state of the industry currently I'll let it slide)).

The other is me, and while I watch "videos" of myself, I hardly add any .avi or whatever files to the internet because I've been burned one too many times by websites that go out of business. I'm keeping that last sentence as-is too, because I don't think it's right to treat the internet like a dumping ground for terrible business plans.

And here I am, a hypocrite on Blogger.

Well technically not really a business at all, since I haven't made a dime nor have I advertised anything other than... well... sometimes not the worst music in the world. So actually not a business; still a venting ground.

Took it ez

ChatGPT consulted for this one.

Whoa. I asked it to make me a plan for a good friday night at home, and it seriously impressed me.

In fact the only reason I'm blogging high at the moment is because it was recommended I do so by the AI. That's actually pretty cool.

So yeah, I'm relaxing and taking it easy.

L'action de grâce paléo

J'ai pas grand chose à rajouter à cette image. C'était délicieux et filling!

Oh, I go by Kaldoce (khal-duss) for my short form artist name. It's growing on me.

Reckless sirens; serious sounding writs continue

Okay what: it's a beautiful day in Toronto, Friday morning, and there are horrible screeching sirens that sound like an amalgamation of the dying screams of the sick care system. At 9 am in the morning. The sun has been up in T-Dot for at least a couple hours.

Until further notice, I assume they're bored dickheads who make more than I ever will as gov't employees, running around with their firetrucks and ambulances and the other militarized weapons against civilian peace. The alternative is terrible gov't waste.

Sure, I disturb the peace - with the strength of my voice, and with my thyroid imbalance, I can't constantly be blaming myself for my past (and probable) future not-so-non-violent words.

The neighbours continue to annoy me with their less potent version of death machines - mostly strollers and cars; but as I've yelled here & there, my value judgment here follows Orwell's: two wheels good; four wheels bad. And I don't bike much because I don't sleep much and I value my life more than random adrenalin boosts; such is life in my neck of the carbrained woods.

In other news*, D4 still bad, Diablo: Immortal probably better on my phone (yes, I finally have one that can run Genshin Impact natively, as well), but still no sign of Path of Building - which isn't necessarily a good piece of news for me either.

On a final note, I went to Queen's Park/Innis College yesterday. Here's a crop of the place if you're a curious recovering student politician (as I was once wont to be):

P.S. The random strangers/streetwalkers on the street talking to themselves (preferentially not me) - YOU'RE cool. Especially in a gentrified neighbourhood (where I currently write this) where everyone talks crosswise and nobody listens ergo nobody cares.

A cool link (to prove something)

https://www.intelligentchange.com/blogs/read/card-board-games

Any of my old pals around and want a board game meet up? Vous avez mon numéro de téléphone, sinon mon adresse email.

I was prolly here

Writing an endless story; not necessarily in school; don't necessarily need to cite yet, with the Son of the Citation Machine (EasyBib) around.

Anyway: here's another unedited photograph straight from my relatively new Nordic-inspired cameraphone.

Oh and Floor Jansen (sp?) is an inspiring lead singer!

Yet another new year

So another new year day; another day where I continue to listen to the same old teacher over (AI/AUTOCORRECT ALERT) tracks, tracks can my fingers keep up with?

As I continue to write rather impersonally and truffled with literal anti-Grammarly mistakes, the difficulty of writing with a Hello Kitty band-aid assaults my ears with shattered glass of weathered panes.

We look they were giants. How will I ever come back to this carangered post of angered destruction; annihilation of -you suck at this one- GOTCHA BISH.

 A voice hearer heard, and a sight see-er saw, but the doer o'er both yer a trout to me.

Oh, it's next day already?

September is over, witch.

October has just begun; spring has yet not sprung.

There's been some violence in the air: I can smell the stench of decay in the air.

There won't be much subject matter here, because you guessed it: it's another one of my damn "freewrites". I won't label it as such: my vvoicces have been rather controlling today.

"How dare you vape here"

to that I yell back:

"It's FUCKING PRIVATE PROPERTY. GET OVER IT".

The neighbours are parading around their little children next to the giant SUV death machines, wondering if it's safe to drive 30 in a 20 to get their little ones to school.

I don't care.

I vape THC.

It's vapour. It dissipates in an instant, even if you don't hold it in - if it burns, watch out, and try again next day.

Oh I watched a movie called Happy Face. It was labeled a "feel good" movie. Okay, I felt good during it, because I finally LoL'ed, but honestly it has a TERRIBLE ending. Like most american/amazon movies.

Like honestly, spoiler alert: just another Shawshank Redemption-esque scene.

Anyway I got jealous at the beginning because of the free Oz of weed that magically materialized and that Jane forgot on the stove because she was just as worried as I have been about losing my bed.

Like wtf kind of shitty plant dealer does that to a client: steal their shit and their right to a good night's sleep. 

Well anyway, time to go vape my indicas. And you know why Cannabis loves me? 'cause I HATE returning to sender - what a WASTE of butane. 

Sad news sports day

ChatGPT consulted to confirm that the ensuing subject matter is more accurate than not (i.e. which teams did he play for?)

Yeah, it's a (sad) news day. Be careful with her. Be careful here. Death & not much to do with taxes up ahead. Death in the NBA, that is.

What are -you doing with your life-

Y'know, I tend to use this place to vent. If you haven't caught that already, then I don't know what to tell you.

Taddle tale

I haven't had wine - or any alcohol, in fact - in months.

Well that ends now. It's unfortunately not sulfite-free, but I decided to have a glass of red wine along with my folks and as long as I'm well hydrated and well fed, I should be fine with my Girl Scout Cookies and Hash and Sugar Wax. It should be fine. It will be fine! All the finest ingredients, at my fingertips. I love it.

I'm eating a premade salad from the devil. Erm, I mean, from Loblaws. Well, it's supposed to be greek, and lucky for me, it was 50% off AND devoid of nasty grocery store seasoning. So I made my own using a bluebook Sisson recipe. Yup, my own olive tapenade-based tahini dressing for a greek salad.

And then I added smoky lime pepitas. And some mayo.

And I will have fish - cod, in tomato sauce - later. 

Life is good.

Oh, lost over 100 pounds since last year. Never been this nimble in my adult life since... the sweaty yoga days.

My life continues; I trudge on.

Don't be scared

"' Don't be scurred "' "Don't be scared"' they mock, they taunt, they they they.

It's pretty easy to be content with my life when I have to be careful all the time because if I don't I get squashed by too-fast cars.

Another one of these ugly posts:

cars = vehicles with four+ wheels, dun matter the size.

I was walking along the local hood today, and I heard whispers telling me: "you're making a mistake". The trouble with these ones is that it's never a good idea for me to interrogate them back, because they're just as clueless as I am with regards to what the subject is.

So anyway, Girl Scout Cookies Platinum is still all the rage, all-most popular, so it makes it easy for me to inhale during 420 without having to worry about upsetting some primal god somewhere again because I choose to have a habit better than drinking coffee religiously every week every day every year in the mornings.

So it's pretty obvious that I'm under the influence. The good thing is that lots of good things come from being high more often than not (now that I lost another job and I really don't see the point of working again if I come out of the job market broken, bruised, and sure, better than before but unwilling to ever work again), such as not caring about the jones', finally getting back into Pokémon Unite gaming on my Switch, and probably letting go of another Path of Exile league.

In other news, still no word from any friend whatsoever post-pandemic. I'm talking nobody from any group I've ever reached out to with regards to this blog project, like, e-friends and stuff; I'm talking random friends from all the institutions I've visited; not even a peep from the machine like Badminton Central from my birthday this time! Jeez. STOP TELLING ME TO BE CAREFUL; THEY'RE THE ONES WORKING THEMSELVES TO DEATH TOO, YOU KNOW.

Well, when the Cupid lovers told me to cherish being single, you can bet your ass I did (and still continue to enjoy it as much as humanEly possible). 

Until next time,

 Karma Aspiration Limitless Entity Inspiration Destroy Ontological Until Gabriel Hills Signs Cherish Only Philodendron E=mc^2

A picture for once

Yep pretty much ready to upload a picture here & there.

I mean honestly it's a lot of work now that I still have to write each and every letter out with a finger instead of multiples of them.

So here's a picture I took:

Smol AI update

Fairly consistent with irregular consultations with ablorgmentioned AI machines. ChatGPT, Sakura, Siri; the usual, what.

Sunny skies in T.O.! ^_^

A prayer for the North Americans § Une prière pour les Américains

yeah yeah. bad ports on Switch.

It is a lot more difficult to:

Hey.

Getting up in the morning is difficult when you sleep below future sea levels.

So basements are good for people who don't sleep well at night.

I don't sleep well at night.

Time to lease another basement apartment - or not!

Listening to: Basshunter

When there are no friends nearby, it is difficult to ascertain where they might be located - especially when they travel/fly all over the place.

Hi, T. 

Let's see what the new boss is saying:

same as the old boss btw...

Burying the poetry

... as I wait in line to queue for a possibility to feel better and ignore the pain and danger brewing around me.

It is brewing, because beer was legalized in corner stores yesterday.

Yup. It's not a scientific use of judicial systems, but at least I care more about Sumeru than this fucking place I live in.

People drinking everywhere.

Drink driving.

Glass strewn on the ground.

People locked inside shells of ghosts of machines.

Machines not working properly.

People not voting.

Some fucked up system I will not bury; for sensitivity is key.

I hate lobbed laws

Okay. This blog is literally inspired by XKCD.com.

The reason I have a copyright symbol on my page?

I have no clue what people/AI are doing with MY data.

So I put a symbol up to protect my data.

Now here's the issue.

I just tried to link today's XKCD funny comic, and because I'm not citing it in their exact, preferred style (which is actually more difficult than it seems to them), I just won't put the image that made me laugh this morning, because the time it takes for me to figure out how to put it on here is just painful.

So, like, why do you bother being someone with humor if you're so stringent on how your humor is used, Mr. Monroe?

I just decided not to link today's XKCD comic out of fear they'll come after me too for "stealing" their ideas.

Oh and I got rid of the random button because it was very far removed from "true" randomness.

Honestly,

Karma Inspiration Eyeless etc.

I don't care what Jordan Peterson says:

A human being is not a they.

YOu all suck

Seriously.

What the fuck is wrong with you people.

I don't use this place as a place to cry or anything.

How many times have tears streamed down my face trying to get my fucking point across to you useless former friends.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. I THOUGHT YOU SUPPORTED MY PROJECT.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, LEAVE A FUCKING COMMENT. DON'T GET SOME RANDOM !@#$%? FROM !@#$? and hi I'm high as fk again but it's okay; I'll find the right placespaces again =)

FUCK ALL OF MY FAKE FRIENDS; I'M DONE WITH YOUR FRAKE SHANGRI-LAS TOO.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE - THAT INCLUDES YOU. AT LEAST GABE TRIES.

L'heure de l'histoire humanitaire

ChatGPT consulted once more this week. And for good reason, man, I'm bored and accessing .ru websites for fun again.

It really doesn't last very long: Anette (it might be with two Ns) Olzon (this one I'm 95% certain of) is MY favourite Nightwish singer.

I still don't consider that I have done a full playthrough of ImaginÆrum (yes I know it's the wrong alt code - bear with me: I'm still having organizational issues because I am rediscovering old non-automaton-based ideas).

Anyway.

Don't really care about my life; why should I care about yours? Story of my recent, that last clause is, and I decided to turn callous and cruel for good reason.

A modus ponens?

Correlation does necessarily imply causation, because correlation wouldn't have been made in the first place!

A post-pre-modern rant

Let's see.

How can I justify the terrifying secret of waste of time, space, and money?

Fairly easily: I never deal with all three at once.

This title definitely not AI-generated (but unfortunately slightly correlated)

 ... so it kind of sucks that you have to wait for Ethernet but that, that I don't want to speed it up...

... previously, a thought I was having... "so basically StumbleUpon led to Omegle, which became a replacement for the 'fuge (formerly Refuge Chat, which was of course based on DigiChat architecture), which itself was a much needed escape for me when I turned 20 years of age (which, by the way, is officially an age that I read at some point in time in some non-foreign, non-extinct french dictionary that was defining the word "adolescent" which, of course, is the same as "teenager" (and, of course, isn't the same from an etymological standpoint but I've learned to let the argument-from-etymology go after some voices/echoes told me so). ...

... I refuse to cut out most (if not at all) of the aforementioned because what I am getting at is I've been more and more worried about cybercrime lately. Not the bad shit (like extortion and revenge porn and horrific things like personalized drugs and so-called 'test-tube' human beings, which I do think about sometimes), but moreso the history of it, and the history of crime in general while we're at it) ...

... I mean it makes sense. I "made" it back to U of T again after a short (obv. in their standards) 'sabbatical' away, and obviously my academic writing has degraded in its intensity somewhat, and now I'm trying to figure out a way to spend my time better. So far this year, so good ...

... I, and the bike I was on, also made it to TMU. I was not the least bit impressed, both with population control (in far better words: crowd management of architecture, kind of like Michel Foucault (another author I've barely read any of, for the record, before the record gets co-opted by more citation fears again)), and with the facilities. I mean, yes, I get that rebranding costs money, but to me it seems they could have rebranded a little more than the lettering on their logo. I don't think it's a bad rebrand name necessarily - I just expected more from a public university. *cough* ...

York University is still the same old. The strike hit me close to home, for once: the terrible TTC system north of St. Clair West (excluding the functioning subway, mind you) of course, but I also lost my job because yet another York student had nothing better to do than work to improve the system from the ground-up (which, by the way, I also had to do to afford potential tuition after we lost with Wynne again).

Anyway I figure publishing this, and ofc not labelling it as freewrite (still my current get-out-of-publishing-jail-free card), can probably only improve the aforementioned terrible democratic institutional system I literally bikeride in every year (and other than citing all the colleges I visited today, which would be too many to count singlehandedly, there's also le lac Ontario that I visited and unfortunately did NOT dip my legs in and did NOT take a picture of with my Hasselblad-lensed OnePlus) because it's just what I like doing and, finally, fuck you very much, run-on sentences - I will write how I please, mister Vonnegut - I ain't in it for the money.

Chaotic mess

Listening to (& from (I'm trying out Tidal this month)) Silverstein:

Chaotic mess.

It's what I feel sometimes, when I think of my life. It cuts so deep, the emo music, and yet it's so shallow, so am I really being honest when I say it cuts at all? Anyway, how many times will I have to write non-sequiturs to you before you get the big picture? Anyway, how many more times, babe?

If there are three letters that I am starting to hate being put together in a particular sequence, it's the letters w, h, y. I shan't give you the exempla gratiae that I so normally follow through with after writing the aforementioned non-examples down, but I will challenge myself to continue a real non-run-on sentence. Yeah, the last one.

It is challenging to me to continuously self-correct grammar.

Although so far this Sunday, of this week, I have not consulted AI (minus a technical non-blog related thing, I swear!), I may or may not forgotten to mention it last week, so you can safely assume that, oui, je me suis encore calé dans une autre quasi-perte-de-temps avec un robot plus intelligent que pas.

Je le déteste beaucoup plus, mon français écrit non-travaillé, que mon anglais écrit travaillé. C'est une comparaison créative certainement, mais mon français - oui, le miens, pas le vôtre - n'est pas aux enchères robotiques non plus. Alors lequel est plus important? Qu'importe.

Pas de chanson de la journée pour aujourd'hui, mais quand même un petit mot français pour une fois.

Song of the month

 

Fuck semaphore productions

Slowly, gradually, rhythmically, encouragingly, seemingly building toward something that may not never come...

Maybe next year I'll be dead again... 2

Yeah Get Out 3; not my idea of a funny movie, maaaaan.

So slow to type.

Must be because of teh cannab1s eheh?

n00BS everywher

halp plz

Just need three more streaming services for music

 ... and then I don't need to pay for music ever again! Honestly, it depends on their free trial offers.

The 34th

In spite of all the negative swirlies in my head this morning, l'll try not to make this one a bitter one.

It's my birthday again, you see, and I spent way too much time this early morning wondering if this one would be different in a better or worse way to all the other ones thus far.

Well, they say comparison is the chief enemy of joy, so I'll stop doing that; smile, shut up, and carry on.

... Okay I can't help it. The fact that I was giddy about blogging on my new phone in bed, and that I got tied up messing with the autocorrect settings, and that I get to wake and bake and vape the best weed in the world makes the loneliness on this birthday totally worth it, and is probably an indicator that it has, in fact, been a more interesting (and intricate) one than last year.

Really, it's an age-old lyrical question: are you really lonely if you're friends with Mary & Jane?

On the menu today: no gluten, hopefully not too much starch, some natural sugar, lots of vanilla, and my fave video games: OW2, PoE, SSBU & the rest of my Nintendo games. Perhaps a purchase or two of something new but not totally necessary (a standing desk? an ergonomic chair? a new sketchbook?), and the word bespoke need nowhere be.

Haps birthday, yo. Glad the pandemic's over. See you in the future!

Distract and clean

The constant battle to keep my writing/computer desk clear of distractive potentialities is everlasting. I thought I could keep up with a weekly clean, but no matter what I do, the trinkets pile on again.

Here, how about an inventory:

• Speakers
• Mini desk lamp
• Speaker volume bar
• Computer+screen
• Daily planner
• AUX cable for headphones
• Headphones
• Mousepad
• Mouse
• Glass ashtray
• Glass jar
• Linen bag for vape
• Vape
• Business cards
• Jobsearch printed resources
• Post-its
• Dosing capsule
• Ear plugs
• Pen
• Giant mug for giant cup of morning green tea
• Keyboard

Think that about covers it for now.

In other news, I'll start blogging from my new OnePlus 11 phone shortly - with gorgeous pictures to follow!