I've gotta admit, the blathers of late have not been my best. Lots of complainings, lots of defeatism, lots of wondering if we'll go the distance.

Not enough work getting done.

So let's get into some excuses and complainings. I'm taking some pills that are supposed to help suppress anxiety and it doesn't seem to be doing much of anything, I still feel thing looming sense of breathlessness, and this call to my bed to lay down. I don't feel anxious, I'm not dreading work, in fact I want nothing more in the world than to open the damned Unity engine and get to setting things right.

Here's what I have not tried, getting off my butt and getting consistent and sustained cardio. Going to be doing longer and less intense regimens of exersize, going to be less militant about my diet. I wonder if cutting out carbs completely has had a bit of a negative affect on my energy.

Good god these posts are so whiney and pathetic. This will be my last post harping on these weak, snively sh*t.

Getting to work today. Maybe I feel better in the future, maybe this is something I just learn to live with moving forward. So whether i'm feelin' great or not, i'll be back to work today!

THE PLAN!:

Get the initial setup for the darkness fish in, and test a few iterations of dialogue and see how well the new story elements flow. I'm wondering how winding should the cave be? How spaced out should each NPC be? Will it kill the immersion if you can see the NPC elsewhere while talking to them in other areas of the cave? Lots of stuff to figure out moving forward.

I also want to get a little pass on the start of the game's dialogue now that the game isn't just running on the fumes of silly dad jokes. It's time to work little crumbs of meaning and depth into the starts. The shimmering shallows should be a merry area, full of funy inviting fish, but there should be a somber element of lives lived without purpose, of decay.

I'm not going to revamp the entire game, not going to revamp ever NPC and line of dialogue. But I'm just going to reread everything knowing the tone and subject matter of the game, and see if any inspirations strike. HOT DAMN THAT TURNING POINT OF BAKER STREET MUSE JUST HIT AS I TYPE THIS. This is the kind of sh*t that keeps the fire burnin' 'round these parts. I"M JUST A ONE LINE JOKER IN A PUBLIC BARRrrrr. And it seems there's nobody there for tennis, and I'm a one band man... And I want no daks;lfjkdas halh h funeral, or a hundred grand...

There was a little boy, stood on a burnin' log, rubing his hands with gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee said under the raincloud did you like my smilke? Or did you like the smile round me? ONE DAY YOU'LL BE A MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY WHO PAINTS YOU A PICTURE OF THE QUEEN AND IF SOMETIMES IT SEEMS TO A CYNICAL DEGREE. IT"S JUST THE NONESENSE THAT IT SEEEMMMMMMMMMMSSSS. SO I DRIFT DOWN TO THE BAKER STREEET VALEY, IN MY STEED SIDED ON REALITY AND WHEN ALL'S SAID AND DONE COULDN'T ASK FOR A BETTER ONE. IT'S A REAL LIFE KDLFJA;SFHA; H CERTAINTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Alrighty! An hour of light exercise and we're back to work! First bit of in-engine work in weeks! NO REST FOR THE WICKED M*THER FUCKERS!

Have I mentioned what a strange world it is we live in? Like everyone was hell bent on exposing how pointless all the things we once believed in were... but they had nothing in mind to replace those silly things with. Good job, A$$holes.

It's as if we hit a critical mass of lack of common  sense and accountability. That in the past you could have faith that there were a few adults in the room keeping things sane. Now we've got self entitled, cocksure children running the asylum, arms locked, sure that they've got the experts' blessing and that they can do no wrong. All the mantles, all the facts, all the certainty means nothing these days as common sense and introspection goes out the window. We live in the era of unjust self assurance.

Oh! And we're just under  the wire, But MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

...YA FILTHY ANIMALS!