Diary 2024-11-13

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By Max Woerner Chase

I'm still fighting off a migraine, which is doing my ability to focus no favors whatsoever. Unfortunately, the intellectual awareness that it's good sense to rest and not push myself isn't helping me deal with the fact that I want to be writing, and coding, and maybe learning other things, and it's not helping me be okay with the fact that the thing I'm doing right now, I don't know why I'm doing it.

๐‘ค๐‘ฒ๐‘’, ๐‘ข๐‘ซ๐‘› ๐‘ง๐‘ฏ๐‘ฆ๐‘ข๐‘ณ๐‘ฏ ๐‘š๐‘ฐ ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ๐‘‘๐‘ผ๐‘ง๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘ฉ๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘ค๐‘ช๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘ด๐‘•๐‘‘๐‘• ๐‘ฆ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ž ยท๐‘–๐‘ท ๐‘จ๐‘ค๐‘“๐‘ฉ๐‘š๐‘ง๐‘‘?

I've got some general idea that I could use this stuff in graphic design or something; the pure-English version of, like "this tattoo says 'wisdom'" or whatever. I don't know. And I'm probably not going to figure it out while my neck hurts this much, but accepting my limits here feels like giving up.

At the same time, what else am I going to do right now? I really should just finish this post and try to fix my neck.

Good night.