A day in 2020 where I just happened to record a video. I think I recorded a few during the lockdown period, but I've been back to work, and forced to the night shift, for several months at this point. I hates it.

The move I talk about never happened, the changes to the housing market from the pandemic were extreme here, we never found a place. Years later, they would. I'm still in the same apartment. I planned to move after I got my electrician's licence, but the fates decided otherwise.

I remember the first tiny bits, extremely ignorable bits, the kind engineered to slowly get you comfortable with a situation, of cancer pain appearing a year after this video was taken. With some other, vaguer, symptoms that could have been, but likely weren't, hypomania about nine months after this recording. I have the cancer, it may not have spread yet, but I don't know it. This is nearly as fit as ill ever be.

The last I'd gotten my hair cut was November 2019. I never got another, and eventually lost my shoulder length hair to chemo in fall 2023.