grrrr i hate when i go out and can't interact with my hyperfixation
(currently, it’s writing a terraria clone)
she is the Sun, and I am Icarus’ wings; for if I remain close to her too long, I shall melt
TIL the .local directory from my old home directory was >100 GiB in size 
Naturally I rm -rfed it but that home directory is still ~200 GiB
I wish I had linguistics nerd friends irl so I could use *h₂ŕ̥tḱos as like a joke slur. Like “what’s up my *h₂ŕ̥tḱos” or “you fucking *h₂ŕ̥tḱos.” and one of us would always gasp and say “you can’t fucking say that”
release the chatterstein files
