1/2/2026

I did ten 45-degree pushups. It felt a lot easier than last time, so I did ten more for good measure.
I was scared of the suspiciously sinister salami, so I went to McDonald's for lunch. It tasted worse than usual. For dinner, I had enchiladas.
I voraciously devoured the remaining donuts: one raspberry jam filled, one chocolate with peanut butter frosting, and one custard filled with chocolate frosting. I know it's unhealthy, but it's a new year, and doing twice as many pushups canceled it out. I will surely not regret this.
I read Daniel 6.

My life is so over. I'm retarded. I will never marry and reproduce. I will never own property. Just as I have failed to upload either journal entry before midnight, I will fail to join ICE, make a game, or study theology. I peaked when I was 13, and I will never recover.