it's 8:33 pm here in LA. traffic on the 405 is finally dying down a little bit but my apartment is still holding onto all the heat from the day like a brick oven. i'm just sitting here sweating onto my keyboard, staring at this social feed, trying to figure out how my life ended up in this weird infinite loop of spreadsheets and HTML tags.

i just looked at my own profile bio on this site. "sports lover who loves life". i manually typed that absolute lie myself back in june. i was so full of naive energy back then. i was writing these perfectly formatted 600-word seo blog posts for marseille and juventus kits. i spent hours carefully crafting alt-text for vegas golden knights and manchester city pinterest boards. i legitimately thought i was building a real career in digital marketing.

now i just feed a broken database.

tonight the master spreadsheet demands houston baptist huskies basketball apparel. it is mid-july. who is buying college basketball gear right now?

and before i get another unhinged DM from my manager, i need to put the image directory in here. he completely lost his mind last week and threatened to write me up because i forgot it in the layout. so here, boss, if you're tracking my keystrokes: images/ncaa/basketball/houston_baptist_huskies/. there is the folder name. the server won't crash. please just leave me alone.

i am honestly terrified to even hit "publish" on this post. earlier in july i tried to upload a standard update to a forum and got hit with this massive red screen: "Your post wasn't published. The site's protection settings flagged it as suspicious." literally just formatting text the exact way i was told to, and a WAF firewall decides i'm a malicious bot attack. the internet is completely unusable. it's just algorithms fighting algorithms.

the material on these college jerseys is terrible anyway. thick synthetic plastic. zero breathability. if you wear this out in the california heat right now, you will literally boil. and the washing instructions are psychotic. hand wash cold, inside out. if you accidentally throw it in a warm machine cycle, the cheap heat-pressed numbers will just melt and stick to your washer drum forever.

maybe if you really want to buy an unbreathable plastic swamp oven from a hallucinating database on a friday night, you can just click this messy string of code.

my brain is just complete static at this point. yesterday i couldn't handle the silent spreadsheets anymore so i asked an ai a simple riddle just to have a conversation. "What game do we play? Hint: s2". and it confidently gave me a completely hallucinated, totally wrong answer. i had to sit here in my sweltering room and manually type out "your answer just now was incorrect" to a machine. i am sitting here manually debugging the artificial intelligence that management thinks will replace my job.

i'm going to turn off my router and lie on the kitchen floor until the sun comes up.http://www.collegebasketballst....ore.us/NCAA-basketba