Angelic Eye for the Gendered-Species Individual

23:34: every cry a wasted moment until another day is lost
Right now, neither of the things I am trying to write work, $bio_boss has spent a week breathing down my neck morning and night always asking for something different towards the desired larger-term goal and never finding it satisfactory, the systems people want to move everyone over to using Outlook for work mail, even us Linux people, home net connectivity is behaving or not in utterly arbitrary ways, lots of people I care about are dealing with much more serious nasty stuff than any of this with which I can do far too little to help, and I am feeling like rather too many of the efforts I make at communication are coming across exactly opposite to how they are intended.

I can see where up is, but just now, can't get there from here. I just hope I can sleep.


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