Christmas is over, thank fuck. Seems like it went off without a hitch. At least, no crazy drama or anything. In Christmas terms, this is a distinct win. Nearly every Christmas seems tinged with some alcohol-fueled altercation or spat, people are ceaselessly saying something they regret or, perhaps, things they regret not having said earlier. It’s normally insanity, whereas insanity is not always the norm.

Well, I fucking love the Nuphy Air75 keyboard. I think I have a keyboard problem. I keep buying keyboards, and I don’t need as many as I have, and they’re all awesome in distinct ways. Keyboards are a problem for me. I think it’s because I spend so much time at one, between work and my personal life. I guess that makes sense. My work keyboard might be my most favorite, followed by the Nuphy,

I’m pretty sure I’m not capable of coherent thought. Everything is an ever-shifting rant that encompasses all of existence simultaneously. It’s a wild time, being inside my head. I imagine it would drive most people mad. It sure drives me up a fucking wall, not being able to stay on target, on task. I can’t just laser focus on any one thing, instead I float from topic to topic. The six degrees of Kevin Bacon are not my friend. If anything, the interrelation of topics is the bane of my brain’s existence. It’s an enabler, it enables my brain’s inability to be consistent.

I love the people I have in my life. I’ve surrounded myself with wonderful humans. I’ve also given my DNA to some wonderful humans, and I’m grateful for them. I’m glad that I’ve put the effort into being healthier in order to be in a position to have such wonderful people in my life, and be able to reciprocate.

If you were to ask me what I’m most grateful for, though, it would be that I found my partner. She is the first I’ve ever had. I’ve been in relationships before, but they were all one-sided. Either I was mentally checked out or the other person was, but my soon-to-be wife is the first person that’s ever wanted to be and is capable of being my partner. I love her more. She’s my favorite.