Touching grass seems like a much healthier use of time or even just doing the dishes. I realize this isn't an airport and I don't need to announce my departure. Maybe I'll be back someday; I'm sure I'll pop in from time to time. But frankly these platforms are bad for human brains, mine anyway.

It's a bummer. I've been looking around convenience stores for old supplies up here.

Woke up mad and did it anyway.

Darick Robertson convinced me that it was cool to skip out on my first SDCC in the middle of the day to go get sushi and whiskey on the company dime.

I assure you, this post makes me sound cooler than I am and is also an opsec fail, but fuck it. As a friend once said, "You're not a file in the fed's database, you're a post-it note on some intern's laptop."

Thanks, Scott!