Now, normally, I don't mind kids, but there are certain times when I simply can't stand them running around screaming, like when I'm trying to do something in the kitchen. But hey, if they want a bigger family, that's their business. Fortunately, my house was made to house a lot of household housemates. But when the next little one arrives, my room will have to be located downstairs, in my mom's little-used studio. Aside from finding a place to put the few birds we have left, it shouldn't be an issue. In fact, I'd be more than happy to move downstairs; my room has terrible insulation.
This is 9 months from now, though, and sooner or later, I'd like to move out. Unfortunately, neither my sister nor her husband have jobs, or a steady income. The original plan was for me to get a license and a job, then when enough money was saved up, they'd find a new place to live, and bring me along. But now, his car is busted because of a botched oil change, and it's starting to look like I'll be hired by Autozone soon.
Life has an ironic sense of humor.
On a happier note,
Lastly, the game we've been working on is almost complete. I just need to finish sketching the third level, fine-tune the player sprites, add some in that I've forgotten about, and make tiles for the second level, and it'll be ready for presentation in class next week. Of course, this is only a piece of the game, but it's enough to qualify for a game, at least where the school project is concerned. Our coder wants to work on a different game development software, but I've convinced him that we should finish, TRULY finish this one. Who knows? We might even get it on Steam. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, will be a fine achievement, indeed.








