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1st February, 2024
An absolutely insignificant day passed me by again. I feel terribly underworked, lethargic, exhausted. To put it simply, flaccid AF.
Went through the motions at work, which was absurdly quiet. Just sat there in my pristine suit staring at a screen for a few hours. Then worked out a little in the gym. Deadlifted 3/4 of my body weight. Which is something. The catch is if I can do this again repeatedly without seeing my any results. Fat chance.
Came home to the Mrs vomiting violently. A combination of bad food, terrible migraines, nauseating cold. Consoled her as best as possible but she had an early night to recuperate. I watched the first half of two movies, couldn’t be arsed watching them to the end. Grabbed a new book, some fantasy series by James Islington (never heard of it, Xmas gift), and drifted off to bed.
Bored, underworked, underachieving. Meh.
