It's normal to get angry at your machines and throw them out the window..right?

I've been reading the google docs version of my life's story written by a part of the brain that remembers more than a few bad days in 2019. maybe I'll fill them in.

tired of my parts posting their art all over the internet and giving it freely to robot crawlers. at least describe to the robots what it means first. give context.

I woke up sick, and it's given me either clarity or I'm the more realistic part of the brain.