Diary 2024-12-21
I'm reading the papers, and wow this could go any way.
I'm reading the papers, and wow this could go any way.
Absolutely nothing to see here.
Nothing to see here.
Did work earlier, so I can't do it now...
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.