It took me two whole days to just redo my entire statuscafe but I did it. I suffered but she's been brought up to parity for the first time in like two overhauls I think ????? Dunno. Just know that my brain hurts.

If anyone is copiously or copyously curious, I have a text file of the messy code I plugged in. It's straight up a carbon copy of my page, though, so don't forget to change stuff if you use it.

"What the hell is --c1 or whatever?" Variables. If you change --c1 from antique white to cyan, it will change everything using var(--c1) cyan. Really nifty trick when you don't have the energy to type antiquewhite, lemonchiffon, lightpink, lightcoral, and maroon all over the place. Especially if you're prone to tweeking colors for  palatability  or because you realize too late that straight up white is a beacon of death and cyan is offensively just like that.

"Why make the coded in pink button?" I cringed when I thought about it and so now I'm beating my cringe with a pink stick. The beatings will continue until my attitude improves. Seriously, though, literally any other color wouldn't bother me, Blue? Sure. Purple? Hella. Pink? Ah yeah, the F E M M E color. Which I am not very of. Much not femme, often confused for a guy when existing too comfortably.

It's a hard concept to explain because it requires me to sit down and acknowledge I am cringing not because I feel silly or immature specifically. Nope, I am cringing because somehow I'm convinced that I'm pink washing my stuff. Like I'm trying to sell myself as something I'm not and trying way too damn hard. This mentality deserves no pity because I enforced it on myself.

So yeah. Coded in pink. Everything in pink. DEATH! BY! PINK!

_{Also RIP I used 'effeminate' unironically. It's new high shelf word I'm confiscating from myself.}

Almost three whole months of nothing and an overhaul. Yep. Prime Asp behavior. If I don't do a massive overhaul at least twice a year, I might perish. Maybe. Possibly. Perhaps. It certainly feels like it.

A lot of terrible things have happened but I do not want to really talk about them. Just a forewarning where we acknowledge the hydra in the room before it actually does something surprising out of nowhere. What I don't mind talking about is my newfound inability to use my right hand as my right hand.

Everyone hears about it and jokes about it, but it finally happened to me and I'm actually really okay with it. I also hate art, but that's another higher> note. Repetitive strain injuries suck. I can't use my hand for longer than a certain period of time or else I can't control it. It's not like it has a mind of its own, but randomly having my hand jerk in a random direction is as unpleasant as it sounds.

The higher note is that it is breaking my drawing compulsion that has forced me to live in mild amounts of suffering. I used to be punished for not drawing. I mean it when I say I hate art. I'd spent hours almost every day for weeks and months just nonstop drawing because that is what I have to do. But now I can't.

I can't and I am so free to do what I want.

Do you know how much free time I have now?

So. Much.