Diary 2024-12-08
Bad judgment calls, no time for writing this.
Bad judgment calls, no time for writing this.
"Oh boy, I want to keep typing, even though my head is foggy and my dominant hand is messed up." Why am I like this?
I can't make myself stop all the way, even when I maybe should.
On the road; mostly just thought about stuff.
Not much done, so planning for the future.
I made bad decisions. Nothing more to it.
Too weird for me to know how to tag it right now.
Better than a concept of a plan, but not by much.
On the road again; nothing to see here.
Taking things slow, one step at a time, trying not to be frustrated with my current pace...