Diary 2022-08-20
CONFUSED blogger HELD HOSTAGE by PSYCHO UMPIRE
CONFUSED blogger HELD HOSTAGE by PSYCHO UMPIRE
One hundred miles of travel. Head full of swirling thoughts that are getting jammed trying to leave, because they're all trying to go at once.
Wanting to put some of my creative energy into writing some code that is probably just absolutely useless.
This feels like how I got sometimes a decade ago, in a bad way.
Secret basement level to Maslow's pyramid: teeth no hurty.
Imagine fighting a dude and there's a bunch of mice or something trying to give you a pep talk, that'd be so weird.
What does this year want from me? Blood?
This rate of progress is a little frustrating, but I have plans for the weekend...
It's a shame that I used up all of my writing juice, or whatever.
I think I used all of my focus today on work.