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you don't understand
to retrace through all of the feelings
is a matter of
subtracting out most,
but not all,
of the words in the record thus far
this is very complicated
and I cannot rush it
but I have felt shame, of course
it's not enough, but
it's almost enough, and
if I put the pain into something interesting, something novel, then at least I can sleep well
and I do sleep well
nevertheless, I'm grinding my gears, still tired, still with nothing, it feels, to offer, but another empty promise of a fuller future that may never arrive
I offer it anyway
still so much left to do
maybe tomorrow is another normal day of continuing to redecorate
got tired again
about to head out
something inside me is very clear that this is the last day
tomorrow is a different world
success
the station inventory scan has concluded, most boxes have been packed and the floor is no longer obstructed
minor fix to my life
I became used to grabbing the google AI's tech support
I can now run a local open model for querying on sysadmin tasks
perhaps you might not approve, and I'm not certain how I feel about it
but local is better
slept in
yesterday was a fizzling
in theory I'm directing myself to rest today but the place is still such a mess and I don't have time I have to be ready Monday
Hi -----------------
it seems to me you called?
nothing much doing here slowly moving
I hate
being the bottleneck
waiting until I have the appropriate focus
feeling like I should have done better sooner
but the reality is I am running, have been running, always running, nonstop for these two fucked up years
and if I am running alone, it's my fault, but also
it's a testosterone surge and I am buffed
now if I could finish redecorating
something dropped off of my back
that has been a heavy pain for a long time
I would explain, but it's only 'mental illness' to you
perhaps later
this place
is much more roomy
trimmed down layout
widened so I feel comfortable, physically
and all of the problems I can do something about can be solved if I busy busy busy through today
but if I sit on the couch and write, maybe that will help the emotional pain, and I'm tired
but the cluttered atmosphere enrages me, so I want to get up and busy busy busy through today
it's still early morning
the overhead lights are on (new schedule)
I never thought it would take this long
I miss bread already
I had a cheap burger for lunch
(time-saving move meal purchases approved)
and the bun was disgusting
sickly sweet
and I am dealing with the durum wheat and hungry for the substance of it, I need a
what is it I haven't given up on yet?
today I did a lot of video processing on old projects which have accumulated
and moved the bed
book recommendation
Terry Pratchett's Maskerade
Terry Pratchett's discursions on the fantasy realm enacted a capacity for versatile satire in the truest, deepest sense. Of particular note are any with the character Moist von Lipwig , but Maskerade is, I think, a beautiful work in a way not quite like any of the others.