Diary 2024-03-11
My poor muscles... I didn't even do anything that would make this somehow "worth it".
My poor muscles... I didn't even do anything that would make this somehow "worth it".
Don't go too quickly...
Not sure when I'll be "done" with this, but I'm going to work not to repeat the experience.
Let's see how things go tomorrow. Nothing here today, though.
Uuugh... boring...
Reaping, sowing, etc. Point is, my eyes hurt, and everyone could have anticipated this except for me, a week ago.
Bad habits for writing. I need to change them somehow.
Just changing things until this all seems to make sense. Not there yet.
Progress, and no time to explain it.
Getting closer to having the script be usable.