dreaming in flour

I don’t usually write about the tech-y things I do, because I’ve never done any of it professionally, and I feel like I don’t know enough to talk about it on the internet without getting snarked at.

Just because people seem to be invoking the great recession a lot lately, and I keep starting to tell this story in comments on social media but it gets too long or too personal, here’s my little slice of how I got fucked by the recession in the late 2000…

In general, I try really hard not to pull the “things were better back in MY day” crap.

Last night we had to say goodbye to Miso aka Mr.

Things feel especially dire right now.

Sometimes I feel like I lose the ability to be an active participant in my own life.

When did I become so complacent, so accommodating, such a helpless thing?

I originally started writing this in an Instagram story but it got way too long, and also maybe too personal.

Once again, up at 4:35 in the morning.

Yesterday, at like 10pm, I got an urge to take out my very old and chonky Dell laptop.