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Ugh. There has to be an easier way to update this mess

Back aching from hunching over a computer for several hours

I think I finally beat it into submission

I’m sure something is broken.

Something’s always broken

I hope it’s legible citizens

They charged me ridiculous fees for it not to be black on white

Please tell me who actually wants to stare at computer black on white?

I suppose I should maintain it

Well, I’m exhausted

Doing things I shouldn’t do when I’m feeling sick

Yay me

I suppose I should title my posts so it’s less confusing…

Titles suck

I’m going to stick to numbers

Fuck words I’d have to summarize it

Post Adventures with Web Design

Best foot forward and all that.

I just set up 5,000 things

Made a Ko-Fi (Here)

Made a Facebook (Here)

Edited the heck out my WordPress

I mean at least this time I’m not doing things because I’m crazy and desperate

Wouldn’t it be cool if I could accomplish something?

I have a threads

Who knows what that’s going to accomplish

So much stuff

I’m not longer putting energy into my job

They don’t pay me enough for any of what’s been going on and I

I have other shit to do

Maybe with the page numbers people can read older stuff

Who knows what’s in there

It’s like the deep dark doom

Did you like that? Some D words

At the end of the day,

Diving into the internet may be a bad idea

In fact, almost certainly

Survival though?

No one knows what drowning so deeply that even survival is beyond reach

Well, not no one, most

And, damn, I’ve fallen and gotten back up enough times

Maybe my resilience will help some other person

Response

  1. Pytho Black Avatar

    Well, I may not be a psychologist, or even a particularly good human being, but it seems to me that you are WAY WAY better than you were back in 2020. I was so worried, about how it would all turn out. I mean….just read the stuff you were writing back in those days.

    It was the manic supercharged energy of it all, the absolutely cringe self-absorption and desperation you expressed, that excited me about you. You took emotion to level 11, sooo painful to read, I must have been a masochist, why, why, why should I have cared?

    I guess it touched a nerve, or twisted a lot of nerves, and kinda woke me up and startled me outside of myself, trembling and wanting to scream at you, a mere phantasm on a monitor, a one-way mirror, a voyeuristic phantasm fantasizing about a bunch of electrons and LEDs appearing there on the screen.

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