Memories of Sand

The boiler in my building is just On and not responding to the knob in my unit saying TURN OFF TURN OFF TURN OFF and as such I'm fighting the sinus migraine from being overly warm all night and AHHHHHHHHHH.

I've started to think about moving but it's so hard. I haven't figured out yet if the new buildings in my suburb are lease or own (or even ready), and I'm a little scared of renting again. I technically rent now, but from my parents, who subsidize my rent by A Lot and even with a nice salary, I'm a little concerned that a real rent price would be too much.

There are so many things I want to say at work that I can't seem to get straight what all needs to be done, and I can't take time to order my thoughts because then I feel like I'm Unproductive. Work drama has been ... Blah. Oh right that person asked me to call them and then never called me back AHHHHH.

I just want to play with makeup and think about softball and not be 75°F in my condo when it's 45°F outside.

I also want my personal laptop to work so I can find where I was learning git, because I'm now using GitHub at work and I would like to have a better idea of it to translate it to the other attorneys. Sometimes the decisions are ... Something.

How many hours did I spend trying to familiarize myself with FoundationPress to the point that I can customize it for myself? Too. Many. Hello, Headache.

• Python lessons
• The anime Hakkenden: Eight Dogs of the East

I am surprised about where my interests are traveling. (But I shouldn't be, because these are the kind of things that I enjoyed when I was young and lost to schoolwork.)