foo!

wish I could figure out why/how things (like me) work sometimes, y’know? I mean, here I’ve got a metric shit‑ton of games around, and I just want to read. and I want to work on some code, but I can’t think of anything I could actually get done in the not‑much‑time I have available, and if I only did part of something then I’d have to redo it the next time I tried, because I’d have forgotten what approach I was trying to use.

and I have to do all my math homework by Wednesday afternoon. my hands are gonna haaaaaaate me.

and then there’s the moments where you just wonder, is there really any point to this? and you wish you could just curlupinaballandgoaway, but you can’t, and you feel obligated not to try, and have no real way to let off the pressure...

it’s hard to keep remembering that some types of scarring are very recognizable, and the military Doesn’t Like Them. or, I guess what’s hard is making myself care about that.