it is exactly 8:22 pm here in los angeles and i am sweating into my couch cushions. the heat wave is just relentless and i am staring at a blinking cursor on this "Training Tips" board.i just read my own author bio again. "sports lover who loves life". i manually typed that in june. i was so full of hope back then. i spent hours writing those 600-word html blogs for marseille and juventus kits. i genuinely thought my perfectly optimized pinterest boards for manchester city and the vegas golden knights were going to launch my digital marketing career.now i am just a zombie copy-pasting code into a void.tonight the master spreadsheet wants me to post about louisiana tech bulldogs jerseys. why is this even going on a training tips site? nobody is training in these things. the material is a thick, unventilated synthetic plastic. breathability is absolutely zero. if you actually tried to run drills in this out here in the LA heat right now, you would literally pass out from heatstroke.oh, and before i get another passive-aggressive DM from my manager, here is the image folder name that i apparently "forgot" to include in the layout yesterday: images/college_fb/louisiana_tech/bulldogs_gear/. there. the directory path is typed out. the server won't crash. please don't yell at me.i'm honestly afraid to even hit the publish button tonight. a couple weeks ago i tried to post a totally normal update and got hit with a massive error screen: "Your post wasn't published. The site's protection settings flagged it as suspicious." getting blocked by a security firewall for literally just doing your job is a special kind of digital hell.anyway, if you really want to buy an unbreathable college football shirt to just sit on your couch in, here is the messy database link. just make sure you wash it on cold, inside out, or the cheap heat-pressed numbers will melt in the machine and ruin your washer drum forever.yesterday i couldn't take staring at the spreadsheets anymore so i tried talking to an ai just to break the silence. i gave it a riddle: "What game do we play? Hint: s2". and it spit back complete hallucinated nonsense. i had to sit in the dark and manually type out "your answer just now was incorrect" to a machine. i am sitting here manually debugging the artificial intelligence that is supposed to replace me.my brain is just static. i need a glass of ice water.
