Go live in the woods or surrender to the tech lords to get your Uber Eats.

Slept all yesterday again. Seems to be my Saturday routine. I.e. skip it all together. Didn’t eat anything. Just the last of that cheesecake Friday morning. So I guess I fasted until this morning. I went and got chicken and waffles and a coffee at this place nearby. Made me feel in control. For now. I guess. I doubt that is healthy. Or who cares whatever. Healthy v. Unhealthy. What’s with all this judgment? I have now failed for 2 weeks to set up the internet at this place. It freaks me out. I don’t know why. I don’t want internet. I don’t want phone. I don’t want to be connected to this magical box that feeds off my limbic system. I don’t want to be some data node in some pseudo-government dragnet. I don’t want to be just a cog in the machine. But I guess I am. It’s naive to think I’m not or can’t be. It’s the design of the whole thing. There’s no escaping it. Just the base truth now. Gee great. I’m so stoked. But does it really matter. No. Maybe. Yes? Who knows? I know. I’m just too…