7:12 pm sunday scaries, black mana, and hallucinated baseball players
it is 7:12 pm. sunday, july 19. the weekend is officially dead and the sunday scaries are sitting on my chest like a physical weight. the sun is finally dipping down here in california but my apartment is still baking, and i'm just staring at this forum text box trying to figure out how to keep doing this.
i keep glancing at my user bio on this site. "sports lover who loves life". what an absolute joke. i manually typed that lie myself back in june. i was so full of naive energy, spending hours carefully crafting alt-text for montreal canadiens and manchester city pinterest boards. i really thought i was building a legitimate digital marketing career writing those 600-word seo posts.
now i am just a broken text generator feeding a hallucinating database.
tonight the master spreadsheet demands html for a royal alternate jersey. aj minter. new york mets.
the automated scraper is just completely losing its mind, cross-breeding Atlanta braves relievers onto the mets roster. none of this data is real anymore. it's just ghosts in a machine.
oh, and before i get another unhinged slack message tomorrow morning from the client... they completely lost their minds last week complaining that i "forgot to write the image folder name" for them. so here it is, etched into the void so i don't get yelled at: images/mlb/mets/minter_royal_alternate/. there. the directory path is there. please leave me alone.
the actual fabric on these mlb jerseys is terrible anyway. it's thick, synthetic plastic with absolutely zero breathability. if you wear it outside right now you will literally boil in your own sweat. it's a wearable swamp. and if you accidentally wash it in warm water, the cheap heat-pressed logos will just melt off and permanently stick to the inside of your washing machine.
i'm so burnt out on screens. the other day i just wanted a five-minute distraction so i asked an ai a simple game riddle. "Hint: s2". and the thing confidently spit out complete hallucinated garbage. i actually had to sit here in my sweltering apartment and manually type out "your answer just now was incorrect" to a machine. i am sitting here manually debugging the artificial intelligence that management keeps saying will replace my job.
my brain is just static. all i want to do is tap a basic swamp for black mana and cast a spell to make my laptop disappear forever.
i'm going to go stare at the wall until it gets totally dark.