Behold, the latest game room set up. I spent much of Memorial Day working on it, instead of thanking living veterans for their service on a day meant to honor dead veterans.

I regret not painting the middle bars white. I may take it down, paint them, and hang it up again. It shouldn't be too hard; measuring and leveling them the first time was the tough part.

It's much better for me now because I won't knock into the window like I did before. Of course, I can still be flung backwards into the mirrored sliding doors of the closet. Which is preferable, as the mirrors are much cheaper to replace.

In a dream we saw each other from across the room, said hello, and hugged.

It's been a while since I dreamed of my little brother.

This morning I had a strange urge to work hard. Maybe I slept well.

The twins have their last day of school tomorrow. I'll miss it very much. I can still go see my Mom and Dad in the morning for a month until I go to the main office. Sass them a bit to start my day. Then back to the commute and early, early mornings.

There isn't a particular game I'm obsessed with at the moment, although I am looking. Destiny 2 had it's update, which I played a bit. Picked up Doom and Titanfall 2 to see if those multiplayer modes hook me. Overwatch is a fun game that I never gave my full attention, so I could try focusing on that.

I'm sure something will come along.

Spent a bit of time reviewing my credit score and figuring out how free myself from the machine.

The good news is, it seems possible. The bad news is I'll be eating out a lot less.

Sacrifices. Could certainly be worse.

Morning queasiness is likely due to the new medication. My other medication had that issue at first, then went away. Maybe I need to take it at night instead so I don't lose my appetite before breakfast.

Brian moved into his new house. It's pretty neat. The plan is to reconstruct our old home gym. Get back to regular lifting. And I need to fix the set-up for my game room/walking room. Have people come over and do cardio.

It'll be great.

When I dream, I'm not always the main character. In last night's dream, there were two female protagonists, both fighting against a totalitarian regime of some kind. They're both onstensibly on the same side, although one is fighting secretly as a civilian and the other is an official who works within the regime to destabilize it, and neither knows exactly what the other is up to (or what side they're really on). They meet for the first time after the official has caused an industrial accident and is covering up her involvement by pretending she was in the area to investigate the civilian. She's not really investigating but the civilian is definitely guilty. The interview ends with this exchange between the civilian and the officer:
CIVILIAN: "I imagine that some people would welcome a little less security, if it meant they wouldn't have to live their whole lives as some kind of pawn."
OFFICIAL: "A pawn can become a queen. If it lives long enough."

Then I woke up.

Went to see Avengers: Infinity War again. It's that good.

A friend recently told me I had an awesome attitude. I've been musing over it. I consider myself rather fussy. Another friend also told me I'm kind of an Eeyore, which seemed more accurate. There's a kind of pessimism, certainly, I consider a key component of my attitude. I could half-joke that I've already had the worst day of my life, and compared to that most days are pretty great. The difference between outright pessimism is the role of hope. I have expectations, primarily, and hope is when I wish for a particular expectation to be met. Like my worst day example, it's a statistical thing. Totally possible, just unlikely. So I don't worry too much about it.

Bad things happen, and I'm not in the school of thought that believes our attitude determines everything. As if maintaining a positive attitude will influence a past result. I don't know that I believe "attitude," as a concept, is even that useful. I assume most people want the best outcome for themselves all the time.

I guess my attitude is that it's amazing that things are going as well as they are, considering human beings as a whole experience a massive range of horror and despair on a daily basis. Most days I experience very little first-hand despair, and almost no horror.

Mostly, missing certain people is the most hurt I get. That's the wound that time can't heal, I guess.

Maybe I should try to see a podiatrist. Fix foot pain, increase walk happiness.