Diary 2025-05-10
I didn't have to write this, so you don't have to read it. Or something. Point is, you won't mind not reading this.
I didn't have to write this, so you don't have to read it. Or something. Point is, you won't mind not reading this.
Safe to skip.
This isn't funny, fate.
So many irons near the fire.
Safe to skip.
Hoping to take things easy tomorrow.
Just a bit of therapeutic whining.
Everything correct except one of the foundational assumptions. Oof.
Not sure how to even look for collaboration on this.
I think I got more than this done, but somehow, it doesn't feel like it emotionally.