liveblog 28/12/25

Byd'Artagnan Errante

06:53: Phone.

08:48: Send photos I took of Clément to him. Edit the ones he took of me. I’m derp-faced and mouth-breathing in most, he looks like an angel. It’s not a comparison, it’s just the way it is.

09:58: Research kobo e-readers. Mom sprays detangler in my hair. Asks if I’ll shower today.

11:32: Phone. Didn’t update LB until now cos I ‘didn’t feel like it,’ but I’ve forgotten my morning. I shat, cleaned the toilet bowl, ate cherries, had convos that’ve already left mind… I’m missing the texture of how things felt. 

11:47: Strong urges to game. Often feel like this the day after work. Picture blackness, tunnels, think ‘I want to die,’ but don’t want to write that. 

11:52: Feel kind of bad for Karoline Leavitt.

12:01: sharp pain in lower center right abdomen. Do gas relief poses on floor. Dizzy.

12:25: Pretend I’m killing people when I press ‘X’ on their hinge profile. Make plans with Lizzy.

12:52: Jack off about nothing in particular

13:30: Family heads up north for a few days. I step into my computer.

Flake on plans with Lizzy. Call Lars and Charlie. Eat three blocks of chocolate.

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