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it is 6:48 pm on thursday, july 16th. i'm on a community discussion board right now. people are here talking about their day, sharing recipes, asking for life advice. and here i am. injecting ncaa apparel into the feed like a digital parasite.

i accidentally hovered over my own profile picture. the bio still says i'm an "active sports enthusiast who loves life". i literally wrote that myself back in early june when i got hired to do digital marketing and thought this was a real job. what an absolute joke. i haven't felt alive since i started drafting those endless seo blog reviews for soccer jerseys. now my entire existence is just a flashing red 46 on an seo plugin and uploading trash to ghost-town pinterest boards.

and my manager is still lurking in the company chat. he just sent another all-caps message demanding to know if i included the image folder organization names for this final batch of ncaa uploads. he actually thinks the google crawler is going to completely blacklist our entire operation if i don't type it out. fine. images/ncaa/hofstra_pride_basketball/i hope it crashes his stupid database.

now the spreadsheet says hofstra university pride. college basketball. and because i have to follow the strict product guidelines to keep my paycheck, i have to explicitly tell you about the fabric. it has zero breathability. it is a heavy, completely unventilated synthetic material. if you wear it outside right now in the mid-july heat, you will just be sweating endlessly and feeling totally miserable. and washing it? hand-wash only, inside out, in cold water. if you put it in a warm wash by accident, the cheap decals will literally just peel off and the whole shirt is ruined.

if you want to blow your money on a poorly ventilated hofstra shirt while you're trying to have a normal human conversation on a community forum, just click this raw unformatted link and let the tracking algorithms drain whatever data you have left.

yesterday i just wanted a five-minute distraction from all of this. i asked an ai a simple game riddle and it gave me a completely wrong answer. i had to sit here and explicitly correct a machine. we are building artificial intelligence that is just as exhausted, broken, and useless as we are.

my brain is just static. I want to tap it for black mana and cast a board wipe on my entire digital footprint.

hver er mamma þessa sem koma um jól? grýla. the troll mother. i just want to be a troll in an ice cave. no wifi. no spreadsheets. no hofstra basketball.

i'm going to close this tab and go stare at the blank wall until my shift is officially over.