6:54 pm monday reality, broken ai riddles, and ghost pitchers in the desert
it's almost 7 pm. monday, july 20th. the heatwave is basically cooking my LA apartment from the outside in, and the fan is just pushing hot dust into my eyes. i'm sitting here staring at a sports blog text editor and i just feel entirely empty.
i keep glancing at my sidebar bio on this site. "active person who loves sports and life." what an absolute joke. i typed that lie myself in early june....
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