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Tuesday, July 27th, 2021AD
I got an email from Instagram today. It read something like:
Hi eph,
Sorry you're having trouble logging into Instagram! Click this button to log in xDDD
or go change your password XdDddDDDDDS
And I got rather mad at them for assuming that I had been "trying" to login. Perhaps I'd rather not look at the highlight reel for other people's lives. Honestly, the first time I got an email like this from them I thought it was a scam.
I should just delete my Instagram account. I haven't used it in months, & I don't really miss it all that much. I guess I shouldn't be too mad at some massive megacorp that does *not* care what I have to think. They just want data about my habits so they can sell me garbage from China.
I got an email near the end of my workday from my former employer (for a different temp job lol). She asked in her email if I'm coming back for next season, and I got really anxious about responding. This kind of anxiety is completely irrational, but it's definitely real. This isn't a hard question (it's yes or no), but I'm hesitant to answer. I liked the job, but it was all virtual at the time, and I do not want to make a career out of it. I'll give her an answer tonight, it's been a long enough delay.
I managed to write some documentation for my work like it was gemtext! It's simple, versatile, and just obscure enough for what I need. The lack of inline links makes it really clear for citations, if you don't mind the text being broken up a little.
I'm doing my best not to be lovesick, but it's not easy. Exhaustion and distraction helps. It's like snow, sometimes placid and calm; other times roaring and biting. Eventually (maybe) I'll get over it. Today was alright regarding lovesickness. I just don't know how to start over again post-pandemic, though we might be going right back into it with these stupid variants going around killing people.
In the day of my trouble I cried to thee: for thou didst hear me. There is none like to thee, O Lord, among the gods; and there are no [works] like to thy works.