If I told someone, anyone, that I have been, on and off, working with that design for like 6 months or more, they’d probably think I was a procrastinator. They’d be right, partially. I’m also a wannabe perfectionist. 2012 ended on a good note though. I was determined to get that shit. I feel I did. Me vs AI. I will overcome that hurdle.
Sitting in 5th floor lounge, I kept hearing a slight buzz but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from for about a whole minute or so. This little bastard was behind me, on the ledge. I don’t know if it was a victim of torture or drunk or what but it couldn’t get upright on its own. Sad. I would blow at it, it would end up on its legs, flap its wings and somehow, end up right on its back again. This went on for about 5 minutes, no lie. Being a fly that can’t fly must be a total bummer.
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