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+2022-12-29
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+	One time when I was a kid I woke up with a shit ton of goo on my chest.
+It was greenish and watery and when I went downstairs and washed it off I
+realized there were three holes etched through my skin to the right of my left
+breast, in the shape of an acute triangle if its corners were placed by a
+drunkard. I went to the hospital and they said something like the dermal
+structure (I could be misremembering this phrase) was gone. I had to, a couple
+times a day for the next week, disinfect it with povidone iodine and then apply
+an antibiotic so it wouldn't get infected. I still have the scar though it's
+blotchy and faded now.
+	This must have been June or July 2021. In between the changing of the
+bandage and house-sitting for a friend I wrote something about the serenity of
+being a dog, which I will share if I find, and a paper about the implementation
+of and different implementations of POSIX cat(1) which now lives at
+<be.murderu.us/unix#posix#cat(1)>. At the time I thought both were good
+but now I think neither are. Something to improve I suppose.
+	My way of writing was popping a can of Moxie, sitting down with a
+laptop (my Thinkpad X200 Tablet), and laying down exactly what I thought.
+Structure be damned! Little has changed. Occasionally I'd fire up the friend's
+new PS5 and play Astro's Playroom, a delightful technical demonstration of the
+PS5's hardware and showcase of the DualSense controller which was so good I
+ordered one myself that week, even though I didn't have a PlayStation. Sitting
+there, a cold can of pop and a hole in my chest and enjoying the bleeding edge
+of consumer grade video game technology, I wasn't quite happy, but at least I
+was distracted.
+
+
 2022-12-28
 
 	Get up doggy. Please!