I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Spent a couple days sober, and wondered why.

I'm writing code with the help of AI and sometimes it's brilliant, and sometimes it's stupid as fuck.

My hours have changed, I used to be down by 9pm, now I don't know, maybe the next day...

Homer dropped by, we talked about his upcoming honor in Mississippi which he is probably at by now.

Shelby is going, but I sense she is going to make this a four hour road trip with Dan and Anna, which is wonderful if she can pull it off.

I'm up for the trip, Homer's a friend and it would be fun, but sometimes you have to look at reality! Who the fuck would want to road trip with an old asshole like me?

Besides, I'll be dead soon, and they will have to deal with that...