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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Friday, 8 September 2023

Starfield is disappointing

After finishing my Dark Urge play-through of Baldur's Gate 3, I started into Starfield.  It is like a mix of No Man's Sky and Skyrim.  Bad parts of No Man's Sky and Skyrim.  It should have been like the best of both considering the money and resources behind it, but it really isn't.

It is like a story mod for No Man's Sky that broke a bunch of the gameplay in the process.

I don't understand why so many people online are talking it up, I am finding it powerfully unfun to play.  It is just not good.


In lighter news, after watching Apple TV's Bad Sisters, I watched Amazon Prime's The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart.  So I am using all Simon's streaming services to watch the shows about women being driven to kill their domestic abusers....... so cheerful.

I also had a weird Thursday connecting my old therapist with the new one, which might help with the ACC situation or not.  But was mostly just a bit weird.


Otherwise life is just servitude to the ginger peril.

So much fluff.

How can such a small creature moult so much fluff.

The hair gets into everything.

It fills the vacuum so fast.

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