australian vpn bots, broken html code, and day 23 without my car
what even is win-ireland.ie. i'm staring at a header image of people laughing in the sun while the actual group feed is just a bot named leona selling australian vpn services. "mia wexford trusted vpn expertise". right. why is an irish domain completely overrun by aussie tech spam and users named "payforonlineclass2"? the internet isn't real anymore. it's just a digital hallucination.
and honestly i'm barely real at this point either. the finitless pos system has been crashing for basically 20 hours straight. every single time i get the html formatting right for the new apparel drops, the server just vomits a timeout error and deletes every line of code i just typed. i literally just wanted to get the database to accept this batch of max comtois team canada gear so i can finally close my eyes but the backend flashed a fatal error and wiped it all out again. comtois is a solid physical winger but i literally cannot force my brain to care about ice hockey right now. i refuse to write another fake enthusiastic sentence pretending that 100% polyester is some kind of magical breathable fabric. it is plastic. we are just selling plastic.
today is july 9th. day 23. my sedan has been sitting at carwrapprofessional since june 16th for a basic vinyl wrap and the mechanic is completely ghosting my text messages now. my car belongs to the void.
which means when my alarm goes off in a couple of hours i have to drag another massive 30-pound bag of dry cat food onto a standing-room-only morning transit bus for the feral cat warriors colony drop-off. the cheap plastic handles on those bags are scientifically designed to cut off human circulation. my fingers are going to turn purple before i even step up to scan my bus pass. my spine is going to snap into powder. i hate taking the bus more than anything.
i'm just gonna stare at this weird vpn ad until my monitor goes black.