Last year I wasn't feeling too good.
I turned forty, waited for surgery, and was hurt by my own colleagues. So I dealt with things. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
One of the consequences was that I got a bit heavy. My body changed, and I didn't feel like myself. It was a problem for future me. So now I am here with this little belly of mine. We're not enemies, but I decided it's time to part ways.
So I count calories. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
Any conversation
I got an email from battle.net to confirm my age. Apparently some content may be restricted to minors in the region my account is from.
You would think that the account having been created 19 years ago, and with some CD-keys of games from the late 1990's having been added to it would be enough proof, but oh well.
Economist Lant Pritchett describes shifts in ideas as silly, controversial, progressive, then obvious.
Also:
"Radio has no future. X-rays are clearly a hoax. The aeroplane is scientifically impossible." - Lord Kelvin
". No wireless. Less space than a nomad. Lame." - CmdrTaco
