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2024-09-29

I'm 21 years old. The first time I purchased alcohol, legally, I.D. and
everything, I bought a bottle of Smirnoff 90-proof. The second time, I bought a
bottle of something else 100-proof, then some 190-proof Everclear and got a
nip of the same 100-proof for free because it was so close to my birthday. That
was cool. I got blackout drunk for the first time while playing Super Monkey
Ball 2 with some friends on a borrowed Wii and broke a martini glass and
sprained my thumb - 14 shots or so. We had 2/3s of a bottle of vodka. Swell.

I have to do some work for a gig - accepted only in LaTeX. I don't know LaTeX.
I only have time to do this by tomorrow. Fortunately a friend does know LaTeX.
Its resources and I are giving myself a crash course tonight.

So I have my trusty OpenBSD KVM booted up as Raspbian is a piss-poor working
environment (mysterious libc issues).

# pkg_add texlive_base

I don't know what I'm doing. I hope this gives me enough to get started. It's
2326 local time. I popped a caf pill. I'm sitting on the floor, on my sleeping
bag, using a cheap keyboard in front of a bright monitor otherwise in the dark.
This feels like the old days - though I can't call them good. Perhaps soothing.
Listening to In Rainbows. How many times have I listened to this album in the
last 16 years?

I can't paste with this keyboard as its shitty little trackpad doesn't have a
third button. There are errors and I'm sysupgrade(8)ing to see if that'll fix
them.

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