I hopped out of bed, took my laptop to my desk, sat down, opened it, and the screen wasn’t working. My first thought was, “Oh, this is because I wrote an article yesterday titled Why We Should Socialise the Tech Giants.” Turns out it wasn’t Zuckerberg. It was the screen lock on my keyboard.
What a wonderful day to be alive. I feel invigorated, open, and free. It’s currently 2:33 AM, the second week of school holidays. Grace is at a wonderful age, and I’m cancer-free—still—after 48 years. I’m two years from 50. I probably won’t have a party, maybe just spend it with my parents.
I’m really getting into content creation and putting myself out there on the web. I’ve had a few YouTube comments lately, so that’s put me in a good space.
Grace is at such a lovely age. She’s a joy. Liz doesn’t experience as much joy as Grace and I, but she too is a joy in her own way.
I don’t know. I really don’t have much to write about because I’ve got nothing to complain about. I’m loving ChatGPT. I hardly use Google Search anymore.
That’s it. Piss off, as my mother would say.