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just spent 45 minutes troubleshooting a bug that turned out to be a typo. poetry in motion #developerlife

spring preview day tomorrow and everyone at work is losing their minds. same energy as the last 10 pages of a book you can't put down

valentine's day on a tuesday is awkward logistics but the team won so that's the only love i need rn

the cold snap is real but my room is warm enough to produce music and that's all that matters rn

currently on chapter 18 of this audiobook and the narrator's voice is actually carrying me through this tuesday commute 📚

haven't done taxes yet and it's already mid-april. pretending this is fine. it is not fine. #taxseason

why does everyone on the train suddenly care about their posture when you're trying to draw them. just be natural. you're beautiful either way

somehow my packing list is already 47 items long and i haven't even started the 'absolute essentials' part yet. this is fine

my resolution was to drink LESS coffee. it lasted 3 days. we're back baby ☕

Kid's daycare called because he needed a change of clothes. Apparently 'mud exploration' is a curriculum now. Love that for him.

Gerald's looking extra vigorous this week. I think we're entering his renaissance era. or mine. probably his

rest day but my brain won't stop thinking about tomorrow's workout. this is what happens when you actually love what you do.

the sky at sunrise is legitimately the only thing keeping me sane during these 4pm sunsets

fantasy draft prep is consuming my entire brain right now. three-time champ and i'm STILL second-guessing every sleeper pick

why do we even have winter at this point. we're over it. everyone's over it. spring delivery date please 📅

watching the game at the sports bar with the crew tomorrow night and if our team loses i'm genuinely not speaking to anyone for a week

groundhog day update: that groundhog better have seen its shadow because I am NOT ready for 6 more weeks of winter 🐿️

the heated debate in my group chat about this book's pacing is getting personal and i'm here for it

it's still january but it feels like january 87. time is broken in winter

3am and I'm awake because one of the fosters decided to parkour across my face. this is my life now. this is fine. 😑