If I never get any of my disorders diagnosed it’s basically the same as being healthy.

I’m willing to forgive every single evil thing Google has ever done because Street View allows me to do research for my novel without getting up from my chair.

I’m seeing apparitions.

Setting my story in Basically Our World But Not Really means that when a character needs to reference some piece of media, I can just make one up to perfectly suit my needs. Which is handy except for the fact that I also need to come up with a title for it, and naming things is my greatest weakness.

I keep thinking that Minecraft 1.8 came out in 2015, but it was actually 2014.

Linux is funny because I get to say stuff like “there is an update available for ‘move files to a different folder’” and it’s actually the truth.

I feel like I’m becoming less of a fujoshi and more of a himejoshi over time.

It’s a pillow-on-tummy kind of day.

The Spamton of the Opera. Is this anything.

Fixing a bicycle light is a lot like debugging a Redstone circuit.

Gaaaaah, I’ve got so much motivation and energy to write right now, but I have to kill the momentum because it’s already past 5 a.m. and my body feels like it’s about to develop an illness from some teenage anime protagonist’s tragic backstory.

Looking through Deltarune fanart on Tumblr, you’d be forgiven for thinking that chapter 4 takes place entirely inside the Mike room.

Getting spaghetti and tomato sauce on my pajama pants at 4:30 p.m. This is the life.

Phew, I spent like 8 hours today playing a game, but I really need to go to bed now. *sees that the next 3-hour episode of a let’s play of the same game was uploaded* Aw shit.

I bought new books again even though I haven’t read any of the old ones yet 😞.

As a person who spends basically their entire life on the internet, I really need someone to make a good social media site at some point.

You know how they say you shouldn’t go swimming for 30 minutes after a meal? I can personally confirm that the same is true for riding your bike uphill.

It’s the perfect weather for boymoding.

My aversion to gratuitous ecchi nonsense can be a real killjoy sometimes. I’ll hear an anime YouTuber talk about some ridiculous dumpster fire of a show and think to myself: “Sounds like that could be fun. I love me a good trainwreck”, but then the prospect of fanservice makes my entire body recoil.

Determination is a liquid!?!

I wonder what Erich von Däniken is doing nowadays.

The Undertale VOD somehow got 16 views on YouTube and I’m lowkey starting to panic. This social anxiety thing is going great.

Oh thank God. My internet was out so I thought I had to rewatch Ghost Stories Funny Clips parts 1 through 3 for the umpteenth time, but it just returned.

Somehow last night’s Undertale stream wrecked my left wrist even more than it did my throat. That’s not even the hand I used for maneuvering.

It finally happened. YouTube put a MrBeast video in my sidebar recommendations.

My phone’s camera suddenly losing the ability to focus was annoying, but I could live with it. Now my phone also lost the ability to phone.

Does it still count as being productive if I spent the entire day building stuff in Minecraft instead of folding the laundry? I did get a lot done.

Clearly I have missed some crucial Last Week Tonight with John Oliver lore.

I won’t be gaslit into enjoying Temporary Secretary.

Now everyone is going to think I’m copying Toby Fox when I start my Undertale playthrough next week.

Usually when I order T-shirts from the U.S. they’re larger than the equivalent sizes I’m used to here in Germany, but this one is actually quite tight. I do prefer my tops looser, but it makes my tits look nice without needing to wear a bra, so I can’t really complain.

Apropos of nothing, I’m wondering whether there might be a connection between my inability to smile in photos and my difficulty expressing genuine gratitude or affection without hiding behind a flimsy layer of detached irony.

Skimming the VOD of last night’s stream and I really was barely conscious for most of it, huh.

I’m learning that it is indeed possible to put too much lemon juice in one’s tea.

Seems like going to the pharmacy across the street drained me of all my energy reserves for today.

I didn’t realise I was out of cookie dough ice cream, so now I need to eat regular-ass ice cream at 1 a.m. like a schmuck.

Today seems to be Papua New Guinea Day on Wikipedia.

It’s pronounced /⁠ˈsiː.lə.kænθ/ in English???

I completely forgot how much better Nutella tastes on untoasted white bread.

Doing late-night research on pancakes made with wheat flour vs. rice flour for my vampire story.

Is Orochimaru nonbinary? The Naruto wiki lists his gender as “various”. Since I watched Rock Lee and His Ninja Pals, he would qualify for the enby tierlist.

I need to stop beating myself up for not streaming more frequently. I *know* how much I struggle with doing literally anything at all. The fact that I’ve already livestreamed for almost 26 hours in total – while also engaging with my other hobbies for a change – should be impressive enough.

Save my bathroom, citric acid.

I should watch SK∞ the Infinity again.

wait wait wait

I awake once more.

The most annoying part of the switch to Linux is that the best text editor I could find doesn’t seem to have an option to save with BOM, so now Firefox mangles all UTF-8 files I create because apparently nobody has ever told Mozilla that ISO/IEC 8859 has been obsolete since the early 90s.

I’ve got an appointment in 7 hours, so no point going to bed now.

Maybe eating a lot of cookie dough ice cream will make this headache go away.