Dear poorly punctuated internet diary
Today I went to work. I came home. I took a shower. No dramatic revelations to report.
However, have a pair of in-joke custom memes from a group chat you know nothing about.
Steven, by the way, is an allegedly haunted rocking horse that for some reason lives in the business basement, and is allegedly in love with one of the staff members.
Life goes on
And why yes I am using a travel photo that didn’t make it to Instagram for the header.
Anyway, not dead. Just tired and in the thick of a self imposed project deadline for which no one but my
stupid diary very official public blog is holding me accountable.