2026/w11

it’s hestie’s birthday. happy birthday, hestie.

i’m sick. i tell you that not because i want your pity, but because i need it. please send your pobrecitas as rapidly and repeatedly as possible.

in my notes this week it says:

i’m gonna talk about some computer shit, which… i apologize. long time readers will no doubt be more worried about my wellbeing now than they ever were when i was on crack in an alley or meth in a squat or ketamine in a monday morning standup. i promise it’s going to be okay. softer software on cuter computers is my whole life now.

but i don’t have the energy now to write about it so we’re all better off.

it was a really good week. i was awake late a few nights helping people with last minute work things. loved that. there was another very nice evening, and a lovely afternoon, and then i walked home in the sun. loved that.

the things you learn about yourself. like, i never would have guessed that something i enjoy is being shown a series of different houses on Software MacKiev’s KID PIX 3D and asked “would you live in that house” but it turns out that can be something that makes me feel like god has a plan for me

i think that’s all i’ve got in me for words this week. hope one day i’m in a position to go back and fill in some of the missing pieces from this year.

next week’s entry will be this:

lay still eating yoghurt