I just wrote a blog post containing an excerpt from a book I wrote and it was all I could do to not make edits on text that's already been edited to death. Writing is terrible and no one should ever do it.
I'm starrrrrting to suspect that internet popularity and general fame isn't going to work out for me as a rubric for overal life-satisfaction and happiness, but no, it's cool, everything's fine, I've definitely got a solid backup plan for deriving self-worth and creating meaning and giving my life a narrative worth embracing and holding satisfactory.
I finally used the knockoff rocker garlic press I got and it's amazing. It's extremely single purpose and I tend to avoid that kind of thing but it works so well ❤️
Bugs and all it's a ridiculously good looking game (as long you don't look at everyone's faces).
https://octodon.social/media/rWeWMAGHQNSeNnF4Jqg
@joshmillard Yeah, mastodon.social is in flames right now. It was easier to make a new account here.
I love the live timeline, I was so sad when twitter took it away.
Hello everyone! I hope this instance doesn't die because of the user load.
