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Tag Archives: The Number of the Bulb
the number of the bulb: i don’t know how i got here
Hey! Been a minute, because it’s always been a minute when I write these. Can you believe it’s almost 2025? I guess I can. Merry late Christmas and happy New Year.
I have to say I’m doing alright, despite the fact that the sun sets by 4 pm. As always, I had set a vague goal and then didn’t reach it and instead did something else. Wisp hasn’t been published yet, fwd 2.0’s still missing some content, I totally said I’d post that novella and then I didn’t.
I’m not too bugged about it, though. I’d like to think I took an unexpected turn and am going down a different street, and I’ll get back to whatever I was doing later.
The Number of the Bulb: Cammy’s Greatest Hits
It’s almost midnight here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still say it: happy Thanksgiving to all our American readers. I had a quick check of what I’d posted on my cammy.somnol journal this time last year, and evidently, I wasn’t a happy camper, but this year, I’m feeling significantly more content. Actually, this might be the most comfortable and pleased I’ve ever been during the holiday season. 2018 and 2022 were ruined by, ahem, suboptimal family situations, 2019, I was in Ohio getting shoved into closet doors, and 2020 and 2021 were stressful for the reasons it was stressful for everyone, but 2024? This year is ending quite nicely.
As I get older, I realize that I’ve largely left behind a pretty angsty, negative legacy as mariteaux, full of “people aren’t doing [x] correctly” and “[x] sucks” and “I’m working on this deficit in my personality”—at some point, a boy’s gotta be a little happier, and I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. I’m gonna ramble about all the things that have gone well for me and all I accomplished this year and am proud of, while it’s late and I’m feeling good and full of alcohol.