8/9
didn't wake up filled with dread today
made and deployed my first code change on our production codebase (even if it was just adding a string to an array, i knew where that array was and why the string had to be added to it, which are still knowledge)
thought the first web apps i made years ago during my last semester of grad school were lost when i gave up their hosting but the internet archive still has them
fish oil capsules, fish sauce wings, dried shrimp
this lovely essay about linda mccartney (
the idea of this game (
on bacheor in paradise, h kisses a guy, d, who has a huge crush on her, then later that day, kisses another guy, w, and then confesses to d that she kissed w, crushing him, and who then later that day kisses a third guy and then goes back to d to tell him that she has done so, crushing him
schadenfreude, even though i have always rejected that as the default modality for experiencing reality tv, because sometimes it's still undeniably satisfying
the book 1947: where now begins by elisabeth asbrink, which is the near post war in jagged fragments
fallout 4, which i have been dipping back into and which is clunky and flat, but also scratches some teenage itch in me (i remember playing fallout 3 the week my first semester of grad school where d and i had just become a couple and she had immediately left for thanksgiving vacation while i stayed)
hershey's cookies and creme bar
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