This is supposed to be a place for things about me, but instead I'm going to make it a place for things about you. So what about you? Well presumably you're a human - at least, you're sentient. You like things, probably, but hate stuff. Or it's the other way around. You're not awful but you're not perfect either, and that's okay. See how crazy this is? I'm basically reading your mind over the internet.Ask me stuff!
I don’t know if sixpenceee is still doing “Glitch in the Matrix” stories, but I have a good one. I forgot to check on my family’s turkeys and chickens today, so I had to go do it after dark. I live in the middle of the woods and our barn isn’t attached to the house, so I grabbed a screwdriver to keep in my pocket in case I ran into one of the many feral animals that live in the woods. I was filling up some water jugs, but had to move them outside the barn to empty the refuse from them. I was bringing them back into the barn and the screwdriver fell out of my pocket onto the floor. I looked back, saw where it was, and kept going. I put the jugs down and went back towards the door where the handle to turn on the water was, which was also where I dropped the screwdriver. I got there and the screwdriver was gone. It wasn’t on the floor, our barn is built on level ground, I had been gone less than half a minute and hadn’t heard anything. I went back to where I’d been filling the jugs outside and it was lying on the ground. It was ten feet from where I’d left it and out a door, so there was no way it could have gotten there by itself. I must have lift it, but I distinctly remember seeing it on the floor inside.