I write this in the afternoon of the next day. I wrote until 3am ET last night and didn't get enough time to write, but as I have insisted for the last year and a half, 'things are so so sooo fine now, no reason to worry, go back to your regular...whatever'.
In any case, yesterday in the afternoon I made lots of fruits for lunch. Listened to Clubhouse pretty much the entire workday and got very anxious. Because I'd gotten barely four hours of sleep, I decided to take a nap, and chill for a bit, that went until quite late. After I got up, whipped myself roti-tarkari from TJ's, went on a walk to the park.
Came back, wasted a lot more time, and wrote a bunch. It was a solid day, productive in terms of walking and eating and getting things written. But otherwise the sleep felt wasteful and dear gods I'd rather do anything than be on that terrible app again. The only thing it was good for was opening my own club and channel and having other people listen to me, but the people there are super annoying, everybody insists on taking too, and it's...not good. I'm so done. I do need to think about coming up with my own podcast though.
Slept at 3am ET, which is veryy late but hey those 4 hours of naptime had to account for something.
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