Was March that long ago?
I first set this up at the end of March in the middle of a hypomanic state. And I mean TAIL END of March, so maybe we can just say April. April is 04/12 in monthspeak... apparently now it's the end of August so now it's 08/12. I guess if it was the TAIL END of March now it's tail end of August so 8-3=5. Almost half a year has gone by but it feels like an eternity. Like years and years and years. Does time even matter anymore? I know the pandemic screwed with time and perception, but it just seems to be getting worse not better. Half the time I have no clue what's going on. Trump shit his pants on live television again and blamed it on Canada and now one of the greatest lakes has a new name via executive order. We are living in the best of times. If you have any thoughts reach out to me at signal@pinkbeam.xyz
It would be nice to know if I am alone in my disorientation.
I no longer live in SoCal and now live in Oakland, and while I was insanely hyped for the move, I realize transition/adjustment/settling in and just living in a new place is 4000x harder than I had imagined. I feel like I'm mother fucking drowning. So here I vent. Where no one can read this or know me or know this. Lord have mercy.