i'm reading the "about us" page for this wherefreedomspeaks site and i genuinely feel like i've stumbled into a parallel universe. it's talking about "sovereign domains" and communist infiltration and defending the republic against tyranny with an ar-15. guys, i literally just wanted a random forum to complain about my broken html code, and now i feel like i'm being recruited by a militia based out of palm beach florida.
my brain absolutely cannot process this right now. i have been manually typing out html focus keywords and permalinks for this huge athletic apparel catalog all night long. 20 different player names. 20 different jersey numbers. and every single time i hit save, the Finitless POS sync integration just laughs in my face, gives me a server timeout, and deletes the entire batch. i am trapped in a loop of digital torture.
and as if the universe hasn't punished me enough, tomorrow is officially day 22 of my car being held hostage at carwrapprofessional. i dropped it off on june 16th for a simple wrap. the shop is just straight up ghosting my texts now. which means when the sun comes up in a few hours, i have to drag a 30-pound bag of dry cat food onto a packed public transit bus for the Feral Cat Warriors rescue drop-off. the cheap plastic handles on that massive bag are going to cut my circulation off before i even reach the colony. my spine is going to snap in half. i hate the bus so much.
i got so dizzy looking at the red server error screens and this intense freedom manifesto that i just started blindly clicking through my open browser tabs to numb the pain. somehow ended up re-reading this random review of an old chris paul hornets swingman jersey. i don't even know why it's open. maybe i was looking at it for design template inspiration hours ago before the pos sync completely broke my spirit.
i'm closing this laptop. if the communist infiltrators they're so worried about want to come and steal my broken e-commerce code, honestly, they can have it.
