Officially on vacation until March 5th. I was looking back and since probably May of 2023 I've been going nonstop. Shortest week was 54 hours, longest was 87. I had 16 70 hour weeks in a row. Since December Ive driven 18,000 miles. Since January I had a 32 day streak of working.
I'm going to relax, read, watch movies, nap, go to the book store, nap and sleep in.
You're a novelty toy that's worn off. Your art doesn't matter anymore. Your comments don't warrant reply. You and Cygnus will just circle each other forever, unnoticed and unknown, until the heat death of the universe, while they fortify their walls and invite you to extraneous parties to pretend they even like you.
There's no point in trying to impress them anymore. Why even bother? It doesn't really matter in the end.
They have their own life plans in mind, and none of them will ever involve you. None of them ever will.
Nothing says "Suck it, NHL" like one of the winningest NHL goalies and most beloved NHL players smiling on his special night as he accepts $15,000 in honor of an Indigenous charitable organization, months after the NHL tried to prevent him from wearing a helmet designed by an Indigenous artist to benefit that charity!
i once again accept that our circles have drifted so far apart that i don't even know the mundane extraneous details of their lives. i don't even see their blogs. i don't even know what they're doing. they don't even see me either.
sad stuff. im trying to get over it. i probably wont. god i fucking hate that im planning on dying alone.