3x64 days...

and counting.

I'm going.

to wake when.

I fall asleep I think you with me

When I fall asleep I feel you with me

'till I fall asleep and you are with me.

I wake up; there will be; 363 more days left.

based on LIGHTS' glorious Siberia album.

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I probably glutened myself after my grocery store trip yesterday, but I think the fast-food poutine was totally worth it for my birthday.

I'll briefly cite ChatGPT-5 as consulted today (to help me reframe my workwee, mostly, though I wonder would I be blogging were it not for having taken out my phone to access OpenAI).

P.S. I'll try blogging every morning here until further notice starting now. Word count minimum of 2.

a skipped day

I understand you now. I understand why so long ago you wanted nothing to do with those birthdays, those so-called privileged days to do whatever you want without judgment or retribution.

but we already have those.

We already have the capacity to eat whatever cake we want - and we can bake it with whatever ingredients we want, too.

We can buy and 3D print for very little money any simple object to use for whatever purpose the AI recommends.

We are now gods without birthdays. We still have death days, and because of endless party food celebrations, we will continue to at least respect the sanctity of death and all it entails by fattening up first.

Gawd is this birthday particularly lonely... The only thing I can muster is weakly scan for cheap businesses to extract freebies from (and my personal info to be given up in exchange, of course) and opening up yet another type of ice cream: Moose Tracks, my favourite, but so, so unhealthy.

I leave you with a picture of something nebulous that I cooked earlier this summer:

SWIM berry sour trip UPDATE zomg

SWIM ordered some berry thing off Amazon ("Frooties") and although they're not particularly scientific about their dosing with Cannabis as a baseline, I will say that they tend to do this eating ritual at around 11pm+ and let's see what tastes overly sweet (OS), WTS (Way too sweet), and just perfect (JP).

What I've got lined up so far:

-Lemons

-No lines/limes

-Powdered cumin from the Glorious Spice rack

-No nutmeg (I overdrank eggnog a couple summers ago and I haven't felt quite right since, but SWIM told me I'd recover)

-Apple slices (with honey) ((CANDYCANE MOCK 🍓 TASTE 😁))

-Cardamom from the spice rectangulagram

-The unopened fridge (the endless good in there is a GOUFFRE!)

- Peanut butter will be hard to resist

- Blueberries not as much (even harder to resist, but way way healthier in the long run) (PASTY LICORICE BLUE I ACTUALLY ENJOY ☺️)

- Chamomile, peppermint, rooibos tisanes 

- The tahini in a base of Siggi's tastes cheesy (! Incredible¡)

Alright the tablet has dissolved, here we go.

Notes in brackets and yes I'm just as ugly as before taking the miracle non-weed-Tums tyvm.

The fear of the lone

One day, it will be the last blog post ever.

It'll prolly be as mundane as this one.

... Wax your own poetic, loser.