it seems that most of the time when i spiral, it’s because there’s nothing to drain that whirlpool energy into. i love laying upside down on the couch as much as the next sad, lazy guy, but when there’s absolutely nothing attached to that action, the wallowing can get a little too wallowy.

somewhat related, i recently subscribed to ChatGPT premium. i figured tech giants don’t have enough money and i wanted to have as much fun as possible with the destroyer of human creativity before it becomes our robot overlord.

i’m tired of spending money on things and not utilizing them, so i’m going to feed two birds with one seed or whatever we’re saying now and exercise the creative mind that has laid dormant in my soggy noggin for so long now. look out for mediocre poetry and ai-generated images of sad white men and trees!