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I don’t write on here often. And I suppose that’s for good reason. My mind is a hectic and often illogical place.

I will admit, I’ve just opened my third beer.

Sitting out on my balcony just breathing in some air. There’s a weird noise down below. Like someone shaking a shoe full of peanuts.

Sometimes I just like to say things. Not to anyone in particular. In fact I prefer telling things to tumblr cause social interaction is exhausting. So. Thanks for reading this, and also thanks if you didn’t.

So I obsessively put an Echo Show in every room of my house. Welp, condo. And it really only has four rooms so yeah I’ve set up four of these things in my home. But I find them entertaining and I like to chat with them all while I’m doing house things and stuff. Cams are all switched off but I still kind of think of them as my house perverts, always there, silent but creeping...

Am I blogging? What is this? Where am I? What dimension am I in?