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** Fri Mar  3 20:13 EST; tynan
The wind is howling like a dog stuck out in the howling wind
without a door key. Edward keeps looking at the window nervously
like he knows something I don't. That's probably true, though it
probably is something I would find uninteresting, or
incomprehensible. Sometimes I think about what it might be like to
see through his eyes, and whether I'd just get nauseous right away
because the distortions and weird colour perceptions of a cat's eye
would be disorienting and unsettling.

I've got to find a way to focus. I honestly don't know how to start
doing anything any more.

My shoulder is sore and my muscles hurt from the weight of my arm.
I'm going to be one of those old folks who doesn't have the upper
body strength to get out of a chair. If I get to be an old folks.

How do all you people cope with working with miserable and angry
humans? Honesly I don't know how you do it. I definitely can't
handle it, there's something sapping about the whole deal.

I noticed today that there are a bunch of messages pinned in the
main engineering channel in the company slack where I work. Every
single last one of them is sarcastic or angry or just annoyed. Even
the messages which aren't irritated at something or other and
trying to address it ("This comes up in code review all the
time...") are irritable ("I'm sick of always looking thing up...").
There's something corrosive about that kind of serrated style of
communication. It just makes me want to go and do something else. I
mean, what, at this stage in the decay and decline of this
so-called civilization, is the point of sitting through that?

Happy Friday y'all. Capitalism hates you, but Friday tastes of
freedom.