This this the end of my summer. I brought some stuff to my dorm yesterday. I had some previously documented high hopes for the summer.
However I mostly just played a lot of video games, watched a lot of videos on YouTube, and scanned a bunch of documents to digitize them. I was able to synchronize my documents and browser bookmarks. I even learned a fair bit of how to program in python.
I learned guilt for being not very productive happens even when there is nothing you're supposed to be doing. I made plenty of things to do for myself to be guilty about.
Most importantly, I did not finish "Stolen Heart of Fire" the somewhat short story that has been dragging on for a few years now.
However I did finish another chapter of it recently. I know how the rest of the story is going to go. I am no longer worried about connecting segments, because I feel like they're as dull to read as they are to write.
So enjoy chapter 18, and I please encourage you to pester me about finishing the rest of the story because I don't feel like the school work I have for this semester is enough to prevent me from finishing this story.