Getting my bearings

So, here I am. Put away my stuff, parked my car, got a tour. Place is...big. Nice, too. I didn't mean it wasn't nice or anything. Just big. Big isn't bad. Just weird. I'm gonna stop typing now.

My name is Fred Dukes. I'm new here. Was told about this journal thing, so I figured I'd go ahead and start doing it. I brought my old Dell laptop with me, and it's nice that I can use it, I guess. Justifies its existence and everything.

It kinda feels like I'm talking to myself. This is weird. Not like Mansion weird, but still weird. Not bad. Weird is not always bad. Sometimes it is though.

This is gonna take some getting used to. The journal I mean. Well, and the new place. And the whole going to school thing again. And being what I am. I mean, I've been like it forever, but I'm still not used to it. You know, it's all just kinda gonna take some getting used to. Gonna stop typing again.