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March 31st, 2017 – 12:08am PST:

I’ll be honest, I’m not great with plants. No plant has ever made me laugh, or been happy to see me when I got home. My great, great grandfather was a farmer in rural Oklahoma though. I’m not sure what he grew. To be honest, I don’t even know what grows in Oklahoma besides wheat. In his days, the technology powering tractors was continually evolving, and owning one was a huge advantage for a farmer. I often wonder what he would make of me, my hobbies, and what I do for a living. I could tell him “I built a house myself, plus I hunt regularly.” And that’s true, technically. If I don’t hunt then my character in Fallout 4 will die of starvation, plus I have a super cool house I made on an island outside Baltimore. I’ve got heavily armed robots patrolling the perimeter of the island, as well as sentry guns and solar panels affixed to the outer walls… and, uh… *ahem* …nevermind.