Written 28 December 2019
If I could only plan everything I want for 2020 . . . then again, my life is just messed-up, and I think I got used to it.
Firstly, about attending another meet-and-greet with MIDNIGHTGODDESS: depending on what type of event will it be (individual/group, or sponsored event)―and when―I might actually try and pitch myself in as a "handyman" at events . . . well, that's something I only brainstormed―nothing concrete. If I were to be honest, however, maybe it's time for me to move on; that means dropping all plans to meet her once again.
Second, about my plans to set up my own gaming rig: I don't think I can actually complete it within a short frame of time―at least, not with my meagre amount of cash. Maybe it's time for me to find a "proper" job―helping my dad with his "business venture" be damned. Or maybe I should let it go, as well; I know it's not going to happen, no matter how much "dough" I save.Lastly, with my writing: it's either I stop it, or plod on like an idiot―still hanging in the air. (We all know that no one reads my works, anyway.)
We'll see . . .
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