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It seems like an awfully long time to be out of contact.  I feel very out of contact, what with the weekend, and Monday and Wednesday being adrift, working from home (and actually working) with the new VPN hogging all my home bandwidth and denying use of the internet, and yesterday and today being mad dashes to PUT OUT ALL OF THE FI4RS, which are largely now smoldering spots of damp blackness.  No running, barely a chance to walk.  No writing, barely a chance to do anything at all.  A little mental collapse leading to a managed video game indulgence (I rarely play them during the week anymore.  I'm not even sure WHAT I do, but it is not sleep, maintenance, writing, exercise, or even fucking around with video games... I must spend it all on the internet, which is why 5 days of sane use feels so disconnected.  I'm not sure that's right, either).  Anyway, without anything to run in, I'm going to take a walk and start thinking about a Birch Province playset and continue thinking about this week's Extra Credits, because I think that may be where I want to make a career, and this extra-depressing article about companies getting people to work for free, because I think that's what my future will be if I don't make something else of it RIGHT FUCKING NOW.  Which is not a good line of thought, but maybe I can wiggle out of it on my walk.  Maybe when I get back, I will read this article and find a better way.