Brooklyn/SF-based web developer, fan of hard SF (especially The Expanse - speak Lang Belta with me!), aspiring urban fantasy writer, lover of coyotes, accessibility, cocktails, bacon, and sushi. Bi and queer, Neopagan, feminist and SJW. https:// justmytoots.com/@kagan@wanderi ng.shop Avatar: Me, a bald, middle-aged white guy, with bi pride color stripes behind my head Header: The San Francisco Bay Bridge at night, with the vertical cables lit up by the Bay Lights
Brooklyn/SF-based web developer, fan of hard SF (especially The Expanse - speak Lang Belta with me!), aspiring urban fantasy writer, lover of coyotes, accessibility, cocktails, bacon, and sushi. Bi and queer, Neopagan, feminist and SJW. https:// justmytoots.com/@kagan@wanderi ng.shop Avatar: Me, a bald, middle-aged white guy, with bi pride color stripes behind my head Header: The San Francisco Bay Bridge at night, with the vertical cables lit up by the Bay Lights
I had been generally planning on going down to Oldies (the izakaya I sometimes write in) tonight. But after the roller-coaster of this morning's interview catastrophe, plus not feeding myself until 14:00, I feel quite physically wrecked.
Like, getting up out of this chair feels like a monumental effort. A subway ride? Ugh, I don't think so.
I should at least try to write.
Ugh.