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12:07 PM | 2026-03-27</a></div><div class="thought">
One of those days where all I want to do is curl up on the couch and play dumb video games for hours and hours. Thank goodness for coffee and purring cats and straightforward tasks at work. 
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12:53 PM | 2026-03-16</a></div><div class="thought">
Hey, let's revive this a bit, I've been thinking about wanting to keep track of the days a little better. <br>
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Very brief catch up: new house in November of '25, new job started January '26, started commuting to the job in February. <br>
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Today: snowy outside from yesterday's snow; went to the PWHL game here in Denver yesterday and had a blast. 
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01:18 PM | 2025-03-14</a></div><div class="thought">
Missing the time in my life when command line was the way for everything; these days the web UI for stuff is fine, but every time it changes I have a moment of "oh for fucks' sake this isn't needed" and feel myself getting older. 
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11:29 AM | 2025-02-27</a></div><div class="thought">
Remembering that I have this thing and digging it back up; there's something just _nice_ about not needing to leave the command line, and it makes me want to try to tie this in to bluesky somehow. Lots of consideration about setting up a website for myself (in my copious free time, of course) in an effort to distance myself from the current disaster of the internet and all its walled gardens. 
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09:21 AM | 2024-06-04</a></div><div class="thought">
Testing this thing out again, it's fun to resurrect old features. I've deactivated my FB account, and don't much use other accounts, so it's a little strange to be unexpectedly wanting a place to mumble online, but here's better than mot places. 
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12:14 PM | 2022-12-06</a></div><div class="thought">
Sick for a few days, staying home to avoid spreading it in the office, and goodness me I've missed the work from home life. It's a little harder to focus, sure, but the coffee is better and my officemates are much better. <br>
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Might need ot see if I can get my work to flex a bit more about this. 
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02:55 PM | 2022-11-20</a></div><div class="thought">
Work on a Sunday; capitalism has a death grip on me, even as I feel like I'm making headway against it. First gym workout in years earlier today, which feels ridiculously good, and I've been pleased in general about the amount of bicycle commuting I've been doing. 
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06:03 PM | 2022-10-28</a></div><div class="thought">
Set up a few not-giant-tech-company based social accounts in the last twenty four hours (cohost, mastodon, and storygraph) in an effort to stop giving attention and data to companies that are actively bad. We'll see how well they work and how well it sticks. <br>
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I'll miss Twitter and the artists and poets and authors and friends that I followed, but it's just not morally acceptable to me any more. Getting my twice a year urge to get rid of my smartphone entirely. 
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01:23 PM | 2022-07-08</a></div><div class="thought">
Validation about a persistent crush yesterday evening, and predicatably distracted today imagining its reconsecration. Strage the way this makes for both a delightful anticipation and a sort of melancholy, swirled together. 
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09:08 AM | 2022-04-27</a></div><div class="thought">
A first for this job, I managed to bring my breakfast in with me. A tiny step, but definitely one in the right direction. 
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02:29 PM | 2022-04-26</a></div><div class="thought">
Spent a ludicrous amount of money for a sculpture just now and both wincing at the cost and delighted that I did it. I think this is going to be the summer of actually following through on a couple of very big plans, and this feels like the first. 
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11:18 AM | 2022-04-25</a></div><div class="thought">
A hard bout of existential despair and dread (brought on by the usual cause, insufficient calories) has lead directly to purchasing an enormously (for me) expensive work of art, three hardbacks, and a cinnamon roll. 
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09:33 AM | 2022-04-25</a></div><div class="thought">
Just deleted twitter from my phone, going to try to just use this for a bit and see how I feel. I definitely like the feel of typing things up in vim. 
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