2.16.26
Okay um 2.16.26 no no no no - i tried to make a "journal entry" but it doesn't feel natural. I don't want to focus on these realities. It legitimately makes me panic and frightened. I feel hunted and hated. There is often not food and that alone greatly impedes my work. I suffer grim physical ailments every single moment including right now, as I'm writing this. I suffer from an almost complete lack of security in every sense of my life. I'm basically off the grid. I live in ways I fear to describe for fear of authoritarian reprisal. It's not a fun game. It's only an adventure in the loosest, most juvenile sense of the word. This is dumb. I feel dumb. The Work is too important of course. Sunken cost is not always a fallacy as wildly frustrating as that can be. What needed to be done there was done. That's ultimately what necessitated coming here. That's what counts. I got the Damnatron set up within the first week. Actual forward progress ...