I should have taken the night train (I took the normal train from Freiburg to Berlin, it took 13 hours instead of 6.5 and I missed my rehearsal).
Not being an high functioning dumbass and staying up to 5 in the morning programming
It’s ok, you definitely won’t do it again. I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson
I am happier now that I don’t do that, anymore. But I don’t actually regret all the times I did.
Oooh. I felt that in the crusty eyeballs during a Change (#itil) this morning.
But I was soooooo close to winning last night on the open-source project code. So close. Didn’t win, now tired, can’t figure it out now, but I’d play that lottery again. Probably tonight because I’m on so much caffeine…
I would undo eating dinner so that I could make dinner and eat it again
I believe the Romans had a non temporal solution for this.
Went with my son to see GWAR last night. We opted to stand in the merch line instead of getting close to the barricades. Very little spew made it to us sadly. we should have made a break for the front and gone to merch during the next band, static ex or something.
Shit, what if… I had already used my undo to unread this post?
That instantly makes me recollect CTRL Z, this 21-min comedic sci-fi short film.
Not reading a book until ~2am. I’m fine today, but I’mma be tired tomorrow when I find myself staring at the ceiling until 2am tonight.
Playing Europa Universalis IV for many hours instead of going for a walk or a bicycle ride to the park. Sundays should be used better.
All pr0n watched, all sweets eaten, cause they affect my ability to concentrate and also cause weird feeling of irritation.
OK, since most of that happened a bit earlier than strictly 24 hours back, not so good, but still.
I wouldn’t have closed my window myself but asked my son to do it for me. That small manoeuvre cost me pain and suffering today. Fuck Long Covid. Fuck CFS/ME.
Snoozing the alarm this morning. Got up at 15:15, new personal worst :P
I would go to sleep an hour ago.
I would not let the cat prance along the edge of the bathtub.
I think she scratched my ass in her haste to get out of the tub but I can’t see it so well.
She’s fine, I’m probably fine, but if I didn’t have to do that that would be great.
I wish I wouldn’t drink all those beers in Sunday evening. This has been very hard day to be at work.
I bought an Italian chocolate cake thing that turned out to contain alcohol so I had to throw it, so I’d buy something else. I just found out now so I’m pretty miffed.
I hope you get some replacement chocolate cake, soon.
Telling my sister I’d go to her goddamn Memorial Day party. My sleep schedule was fine and I figured I’d make it, but my ADHD is on full screech and now I’m overtired panicking.
But my sister and my brother in law are “good old country bumpkins” that tell me it’s all in my head, or I’m making excuses. I hope they have anxiety and severe panic attacks for the rest of their lives starting today.
I’d have picked up a different spray bottle at the store yesterday instead of the one that didn’t work, causing an extra trip to return it today.
