A not-so-regular update because I think it has been a long time since my last post.

I have been recently doing:

+ Working, sleeping, and not starving to death
+ waiting for a sunny day to take some bird photos with my brand new nikkor 180-600 lens (currently 1 sunny day out of June so far)
+ watching Strange Things, it's actually pretty good. And of course it's pirate, because Netflix doesn't process payment from cards issued by Chinese bank
+ Found a good enough distance between my life and my parent's one (one video call per week)

This night particularly:
+ having Beef chow fun
+ having Dairy Queen ice cream
+ got the runs for 3 hours and suddenly recalled ice cream and greasy food doesn't play nicely in my stomach.
+ I took double the amount of Smecta but the runs are keep going
+ it's 2am midnight, I need sleep

While waiting for the Smecta to take effect, I noticed that my post rate has reduced recently, possibly because I'm focusing on real life, I guess. For example, watching TV shows with my friends after work, enjoying biking on Saturday, and this weekend, trying to persuade my friends to trust me cooking some edible but toxic mushrooms (they are intensively umami and delicious, and it's totally fine if you fully cooked it, the heat will break down those toxic stuff, but somehow my friends don't trust me).

Generally, I think it's a good thing, since when last time I intensively posted toots, I watched all my YouTube stocks (the old videos from the youtubers I subscribed). At that time, my mind felt like a hungry beast that was seeking stimulation, wandering the internet, while it also didn't want to do anything meaningful in real life.

It's almost a year for me to move out and live alone. It's not the best life in the world, but it's certainly the best over my life so far. It's not always happy and enjoyable, but I still love it.

Yeah, I know this kind of talking is old school, and I must read it somewhere, but reading it got one feeling, and experiencing it by myself is another feeling, a much more amazing feeling than just reading it.

It's 3AM, and I'm still sitting on the toilet. But I wrote enough text. Let's call it a day and wish everyone a good night. (I certainly won't write such text during the day, and in the midnight I wrote those under a reckless impulse. I have no reason to write this, but I just did. Humans is weird)