Alone In My Childhood Bedroom

I am feeling drained, tired, depressed, lonely.

I spent the majority of today inside of my own head, at some points thinking about things like trying to figure out the details of all the trailers we had growing up.

In particular, there's, there's one that was around age five that I can't-- It's there, but I can't quite...

I need a, I need a picture of it to put it back into place.

The other side of that being thinking about the present, and this year has been a year of change, and none of it good, and that I am still alone and broke, and now I'm right back w- into my childhood bedroom again.

My, my bed used to be right there.

It was a loft bed, so picture it about the height of the guitar, I guess.

I don't know what made my parents get me a loft bed.

I don't know, I don't remember if I had any influence in that.

But man, was that the right decision.

I'm telling you, get your, get your kids a loft bed.

It's great.

Would grow up and-- As I grew up, would, uh, start making, like, forts underneath it.

Whereas we got the, the Nintendo and stuff.

Eventually, as, you know, the family got a new TV, I ended up getting the old TV, and I put it under the bed with the Nintendo, and I had my little fort down there and play my games.

But of course, that was in addition to going out and doing sports and scouting and camping.

As I g- mentioned, we, we went through so many trailers.

At least, at least there was a tent trailer, another trailer.

There was a, uh, a bunk bed, and then a three bunk bed.

Anyway, that's for me to remember.

I just had to throw that all together because playing games, I don't wa- I don't wanna promote playing games as, like...

I want-- Playing video games is great, but it should be done alongside the other things, right? Oh.