hermitism
A co-worker gave us a presentation of his home theatre, which he had finished building over the weekend. Took him a few years and he seems to spend most of his time there; apparently, even watching something on YouTube is an event now.
That evening, i watched Christmas in august on my smartphone under the blanket in bed, with only one headphone — so i can hear Kirby. And while i imagine having a sound isolated, 20 square meter room, where everything has been deliberately selected to enhance the experience of watching a movie in ones basement, must be an amazing thing, i can't imagine it being as intimate as under my blanket.
I've passed the point of being a hermit.
I've been carrying around a urine sample for a week; sometime, i started brining the sample when i get my check-up, but forgot that this wasn't one of the routine ones. There has to be some financial gain to wring out of this mistake, right?
Kirby inherited one of my genetic errors. We have an appointment with an expert, which i had as his age too, i hope he'll have less troubles than i had/still have.