I hope everyone at this house festival at the aquarium has taken their ibuprofen prior to arrival. As I have.

It occurs to me that this is literally the subplot to Machete.

Trying to get AI to help me code reminds me of talking to clueless paramedic partners from years passed. I have to tell it exactly what I want, and over explain everything, and constantly check in that it understand, and tell it to stop trying to help And it still lets me down

After a 30 minute fight with my home printer in which I lost. I am painfully reminded of when technology just used to work. Like sure- it was a loud ass dot matrix printer with an accordion paper feed, but that fucker WORKED.

AI is the devil. And will be the downfall of us all. But... Without it this Arduino project would have taken me WEEKS instead of 3 days to code.

Everyone at this conference sounds sick. Gonna be a fun week.

I like that there's no snow on the ground and the university just canceled classes.

I used chatgpt to help me with an Arduino problem that is been figuring with for days. In less than 10 seconds it spit out something that "looked" like it would work. Just tried it. It literally does the exact opposite of what I asked it to do.

I need to stop getting drunk and funding shit on Kickstarter.

I'm sleeping in the couch tonight because the stupid fucking IT guy in the next give came back from Boston visibly sick and came to work yesterday carrying a good damn box of Kleenex before going home early with a fever and now it's SHOCKED he's covid positive.

I like how my boss thought giving the 2 introverts who didn't have friends in highschool an arts and crafts project would be challenging. Mother fucker. This is where our autistic asses EXCELS. YOU'RE LUCKY I ONLY HAD ONE DAY AND HAD REAL WORK OTHERWISE THERE WOULD BE LIGHTS

At some point earlier today while we were drinking I set a 2.30am alarm on my wife's phone for "sex during the time change" . I showed it to get when I did it. She is now asleep. I am terrified it's still set. But I'm also not checking to change it.

Maybe the god-damned Chicago Police Department could come and get the crashed fucking car off my neighbors lawn? It's blocking my front steps. Remember the time you towed my crashed legally parked car? And then tried to make me pay hundreds of dollars to get it back? Like that.

This is not just a Teddy Ruxpin. This is MY Teddy Ruxpin. Whom I thought was long since gone. My 41 year old ass is close to weeping right now.

It took 34 minutes for the zoom chat during this ems webinar about bias/race to turn toxic and problematic.

I'm at a DME meeting. Everyone coughs without covering their mouths. No one is a good public speaker.

And now my god damn wife is sick. Just when I was starting to feel better.

Am I having a panic attack or an anxiety attack or a PTSD episode? And does it even matter?

3rd negative test. Feel like shit anyway. Wore a mask all day while working. Still sniffling and sneezing. Got shit for wearing the mask. Took the mask off. Licked that coworker. Put the mask back on. We're doomed

Guess I'll go in