“I’m not like you.”

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 My uncle gave me three hundred old ral partha and grenadier miniatures yesterday day I spent most of the day going through the rows of doors of the containers and sorting them. Some old runquest miniatures and a lot of barbarians but some real quality stuff.


Still waiting on some packages of some miniature I ordered. I am getting frustrated with how long it is taking them to ship. Though they responded to my email quickly and assured me they I would get them.


I think they are made to order and they are having the wiring in their shop worked on this week, so it is something that can’t be helped.


My paranoia has been in full swing again and I find that frustrating. Scared to share anything really personal or even post on most sites. I know this is mostly a stream of consciousness ramble… but I am forcing myself to share something.


I would like to review more movies but I am still on my watch the same ten films over and over again until my nervous breakdown passes: phase. Someday it feels like it never will.


I am going to write on grim metal bedlam again today (Took a break to work on the apartment and sort the miniatures). I also rearranged terrain, I use to play test, so it is easer to get to.


This feels rambling and incoherent but that is also how I feel right now. Very flustered and frustrated near exclusively.


Peace and love.


Be safe out there friends.

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