I know it’s only my kitchen, and that I’m the one who took the photo, but looking at it again now I’m still scared something terrible might happen. I have been hearing the occasional footstep. Nothing, and I truly do mean nothing, would be a worse nightmare for me than finding one of those homeless house-livers munching on my leftovers in one of my closets one night. That moment of opening the door and seeing a human who’s not supposed to be there, when I was so certain I was alone… I’d turn into that kid from Parasite.

Anyway today was a marathon and a sprint, workwise. I have other things I want to finish this week so I completely went off for like 13 hours, rendering out animations, working on a couple tutorial video scripts, until my beady little eyes couldn’t hardly stand it no more. But since this is a project based position, I all but cleared the rest of my week. Of course I will have to revise things and take on some new tasks, yes yes I can hear you now. But the big stuff was taken care of.

That’s all I got for now, but I will in fact see you tomorrow.

Nick