Back to the mat.
Had a better day today. Just one interruption and that was during a planned break anyway. Oddly enough, I only wrote a hundred words or so more than yesterday, but they felt like better words.
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Sometimes you just have to get punchd in the face. Again and again and...
I had some big plans for today. Big productive plans. I tweaked my workflows last week to better accommodate my current deadlines, and it really paid off. So the last thing I did on Friday? Plot out the whole week coming to apply this newfound scheme.
Result?
Shared procrastinating space.
I’m not sure why the algorithm decided to serve me up this piece of NewsCorp advertorial about an apartment development on the Gold Coast offering shared work spaces. But it sort of made my head go boing.
Saturday morning cake.
Most Saturdays, I take myself off for a walk around West End while Jane has a swim. I talk a big game about it being a necessary form of cardio that won’t interfere with the muscle-building signal from my strength training earlier in the week.
But really, it’s about the cake cabinet at the Swiss deli.
They’ve got some good shit there, and this is my chance to get my once-a-week sugar hit.
The big grift begins...
Called it.
Did The Federation ban AI technology?
We started watching the final season of Picard on the weekend, and it was, as promised, a Next Gen homage. I was never as big a fan of Star Trek: TNG as Jane. It bugged the hell out of me that they kept letting the Borg off the hook.
But still, it’s an iconic series, and it’s nice to have this season-long send off.
