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ENTRY 9 - DAY 15:

Cut me some slack. Stress stress everywhere, you push back in one front and three new fronts open in the rear. My life feels like a bucket of water too heavy to carry. There's holes everywhere, ya fix 2 and 3 new ones pop open. I'm not grown into this shit, leave me alone. Always nudging me. "Help me help me", "Do this better", "Work harder", "That's your problem" - that's what other people seem to say. Never help me. Only look me up, when they want something done. Not that I'm particularly good at getting anything done, I'm just the bitch who'll do it.

I don't feel so well today... I'm growing tired of this shit. My poor heart wasn't made for this. Living seems so much harder than dying... eternal slumber, I can't wait to.

Ach. But I still got some outstanding issues. Some open calculations, some things to prove. I'll never surrender! Villains don't die.

 

I'll smoke their shit in a pipe,

my ashes will extinguish their eyesight.

When I'm spotted on the horizon,

Fire is what you boycotted mufakkaz be baptized in.

Destoroyah will destroy ya,

You better call your lawyer.

Shooting laserbeams,

While you're faceplanted on YouTube streams,

Watching lets plays,

of a sucka playing kerbal space-,

-program,

Your parents should've used a diaphragm.

When they conceived you,

They wouldn't be so displeased now.

Fuck practice,

We'll just hack the matrix.

 

 

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ENTRY 10 - DAY 16:

You go down.

Today I was lied to. I was thinking on how to handle it. I've decided not to. I know I should confront and play judge, if I were the man I should be, and I might someday, but right now I'm caught in my own problems. And accusing people via WhatsApp is not my style, only in a face to face conversation can I save things. I don't want to save things though, Integrity is a fragile thing. A glance can destroy it.

It kind of hurts, I guess, as I surround myself with few I deem friends. Getting betrayed by those few will not help me be a more sociable and trusting person, but I shouldn't care. I can take the hit, I just don't hit back because I know: you go down.

I'm not here to educate you. I shouldn't attempt to teach anything, everytime I have - shit hit me like a boomerang.

 

Today I dreamt of being in a crypt, skeletons climbing out of coffins everywhere. I was meant to be scared but I was busy thinking about the loot. The drops they'd have up for me once I've crushed them.

Gaming is creeping silently in my room. I need to keep aware.

 

Also I caught a cold. Bad timing. Exams coming up, I need 110%... I'll hide in my room whenever I can.

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Hello!

 

Also I caught a cold. Bad timing. Exams coming up, I need 110%... I'll hide in my room whenever I can.

That worked as a trigger for me when I got flu last time. Keep that in mind and avoid it at all cost.

If you feel tired, go to sleep instead of wasting your time on the Internet/video games.

If you feel bored, same. Or find any other activity as a substitute to deal with cravings. For me it could be reading a fiction or playing a guitar. What are yours?

Greetings, Mad Pharmacist

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I picked up drawing on a wacom tablet, just in time! Also I'm switching over to a trackball mouse and teaching myself typing on Dvorak - still. I am overencumbered. But yea, gaming still creeps sometimes, when i suck at everything.

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You are doing fine man. I have faith that you won't relapse, after all you keep me better in check than I do sometimes, and you even caught the flu! How's your dvorak coming along? Is drawing on tablet fun? 

 

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Thanks Csaba! I'll survive this.

 

I started using the tablet yesterday. It's cool! I've been drawing SKULLS.

 

Fun fact: In kindergarden I was always drawing skeletons. Then they said "No drawing skeletons!"

So I drew ghosts. And they said "No drawing skeletons or ghosts!"

Then I drew Monsters. So they said "No drawing skeletons, ghosts or monsters!"

 

They must've thought I'm mentally ill.

...and they were right!

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ENTRY 11 - DAY 18:

I have another anecdote from my early past. It was in the early years of school - elementary. Boys thought girls were uncool and kissing was "nasty". The girls were probing this new subject though and made a game out of it. All of them formed a group and they went out hunting us guys. When they caught us, they held us tight and then one of them kissed us. It was freaking stupid.

At the time, I didn't give a shit about any of that, but I hated the idea of someone forcing me into a situation. When they caught me, I kicked the girl in the groin.

The teacher went mad as fuck when he found out. He yelled at me: "Do you know where you're coming from? DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE COMING FROM??!", I didn't think that I did wrong in defending myself, even against girls. But I didn't know that he was referring to vaginas so I thought to myself  "From Hell." but didn't dare saying it and said "I don't know, sir."

I wasn't really evil, but I liked provoking people when I felt OK about myself and being criticized for it. The above story is not an example of me provoking, but of my suppressed intention to. My childhood was full of shit like this, constantly, I think it might be the reason why I'm still standing. I wasn't really damaged by it, but my view on the world was a very dark one for long. Things have lightened up, I have sorta learned not to take everything - myself - so seriously. I have stopped pointing on people or things to blame and taken responsibility for my own faults. But I still endure a lot of shit silently, because society has taught me to. It's easier to say "OK." and go through all consequences, than to say "no, fuck you!" and have some retarded argument with a person that then seeks self-affirmation, "examples" and that has a lack of verbal cohesiveness, rhetoric and no ability to address ones own flaws. Fuck you.

I've been hiding the last couple of decades, but it's okay. I can walk and I practice what I preach, and sometimes, when I'm not being a stubborn moron, some people seem to look up to me - when I look away. If I can manage to reduce endless computer-use, I might even be proud of myself - because I'd rip some shit and listen more.

Quitting gaming itself is EASY but fixing all it fucked up is a difficult task to remain engaged in. I hate listening, I hate practicing. I've heard and seen it all!! I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. Been told everything a hundred times, thought I understand, but when I pick up tools I'm totally confused. From the outside it looks (and even may be) the complete opposite, even IRL. Strange, huh? My view on myself is not real.

I really need to listen more. I'm so busy bulldozing "my own way, the only way", that I lack some perspective. I picked up reading some of you guys' journals to practice writing a meaningful comment. I hope I can write more than "This is me. This is what I do.", someday.

 

I really want to do my sports routine, but I'm still sick - takin' it easy.

Zzzzz...

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Your style of writing reminds me of William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying, and I mean that as the highest compliment. Here's an excerpt from it:

"Yes yes yes yes yes." Two men put him on the train. They wore mismatched coats, bulging behind over their right hip pockets. Their necks were shaved to a hairline, as though the recent and simultaneous barbers had had a chalk-line like Cash's. "Is it the pistols you're laughing at?" I said. "Why do you laugh?" I said. "Is it because you hate the sound of laughing?"

Please let me know if you ever write a stream of consciousness novel so I can preorder a copy of it for myself and all of my friends.

Also, it's good that you too are strengthened by the eternal nothingness. Make the best use of the molecules that happen to be called "You" right now, before they disperse and one day become "something else". And forget all of the haters from your past; you have some incredible insights specifically because you chose to be different from them. That makes you one cool dude in my book.

*Cue Legend of Zelda chest opening music* +1 Follower!

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Wow, that's the nicest thing I've heard in a while, because it sounds true. I've been working hard on myself, because of all the negative feedback I interpret. Everytime I look back, I can feel proud - but I must never look back, or I'll lose that which makes me good.

That's why I like eternal nothingness, it will be the time to rest.

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ENTRY 12 - DAY 20:

It has stopped raining. The dust has been washed from the air, I can breathe again. I can see miles, while I was out, some believers were kind enough to sharpen my lance. Time for me to impale another two dragons from the list. Exams are coming up, one of them an easy kill that has already been lined up for awhile, the other - something from the unknown. No stories were ever told and I had been too ill to do that research.

In my studying life I have gone through a lot. The last exams I made - because of pure grit. Because I sat there for 1 minute realizing that I don't know shit, sat there 1 minute, telling myself "I don't want to write this exam again." over and over, slowly turning into "I will never write this exam again" like by whispers in the telephone game. Killing subquestions with assumptions, writing sentences stating that my solutions are wrong, but continuing with gut-predicted results.

In the end, it turns out, some exams of that sort are unsolvable, and everybody gets 10 points for free, and a motherfucker like me, walks out with a B.

Dee-Da-Dee. You're so great, destoroyah!!! *claclap* Go fuck yourself. 

I've learned to take a hit with my shoulders, curl up and keep stance. But what I can't state to have learnt is pushing thru. Sometimes you are missing 10% of victory, that is where you need to push the lance thru with a warcry to make the dragon flinch into microspasms in order to assist you in his own death. Thunderbolts from the sky, burning clouds galore. 

Never call yourself a warrior, unless you are fighting. In the same manner - you can never say you've learnt pushing thru unless you are busy pushing thru. It surrounds you like an aura, and people tend to leave you alone because you are in the zenest of zones. You will be resistant to all advice, and your head is about to explode from testosterone.

You are on a different plane, where dream and reality share a dimension, or two, depends on the size of what you're attempting to conjure thru. You are everywhere and in all states. It's like a dead living cat in a box conceived to demonstrate the concept of quantum mechanics. Maybe in a parallel universe, there is another you, receiving a different outcome from the same situation. One guy that didn't "push thru".

I'm pretty sure there is, and I'm pretty sure, if he survived that, he'd hate me if my fate was better than his. I'd be a spoiled rotten wuss to him - because from his losing situation he has learned to fight. He'd never want to change places with me, because even if my circumstances may be better than his, he's greater on the inside. Pain is the best mentor you can have, but you'd never notice that you're getting a free schooling while receiving punches in the balls. You're busy crossing your eyes, looking both ways and seeing nothing.

Oooh you're so manly, may I lick your biceps? Bloated yourself up like a hot air ballon, you're gonna pop sooner or later, either because of underpressure or the sun.

Get studying, megalomanic one!

I'm a weathered warrior, seen my share of battles and been across all of them seven seas. Or so I presume, I've lost count of the trips I've done. This armor of mine serves no longer as protection, I just wear it, because it tells me my story when I'm too knocked to remember why I remain standing. The holes and dents in it are like graffiti by attempts on my life. Though always with an intent to put me down, this graffiti is no sign of hatred. Sometimes I caress all those cracks like they were my children. Once they mature, my punch grows stronger and I grow more relentless. The same attack will never work twice, and every failed attack is part of the legacy that will prove my immortality.

There is no hope. There is no wish, there is no goal. There is no reason. There is just now, me and that little air in my lungs. With every breath I die again to be reborn with the next one. I don't remember who I used to be, and I will not regret having lost that form of me. I die every day, ten-thousand times. My heart beats for the moment. And when it will stop, and it will stop, of that I am as certain as the fact that I am alive now, I will never look back. I will never regret.

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I can't count entries.

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I think you have same superpower I do: knowing how stand back up and charge the enemy again after getting your ass beat. It's grit, and grit is enough.

"As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe... keep breathing." -Hugh Glass, The Revenant

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Yea, but I'm also good at crawling and poking their asses from below.

 

You're a nice guy, so many nice words, I can't even treat them all with respect - it's depleted!

 

EDIT: All this talk about falling, getting back up and fighting can leave one in the warriors cage. I need to broaden my horizon, but fuck, it's all clouded because of the exams! I hope I can let go of this war-drumming attitude soon...

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 hope I can let go of this war-drumming attitude soon...

Or change the rythm so you enjoy it. That is what I'm working towards. :)  It's nice to read your journal again, although I don't quite have the compliments Pierce does haha. 

Good luck further. 

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ENTRY 13 - DAY 22:

Eurgh. I'm fucked. Under a lot of pressure. My cold has mutated into a nasty cough and everything is cold. I perceive the outside world through my window like an alternate dimension. Everything is fucked, I got so much pressure, but the outside looks so calm. I'm in this shit not because I wanted it, I'm in it because I chose it. And I chose it because I had to choose between stuff I don't like. And if I'd ever back out, which I can't, I might as well jump off a cliff, everyone would be like "oh, you don't have what it takes. You chose this, and now you're backing out.".

Just 3 more days... and then... well nothing, working again and listening to complaints on another level. What the fuck has my life become? All this fucking work. All this catching up to do, because I was playing games and shit. And now that I'm starting to get a grip, there's like fucking nothing good about it. Nothing positive at all in my life. Like seriously, I can't explain why I don't have depressions yet, because that would be normal.

Yea, go to a doctor and tell him "I don't have depressions, but in my state I should have. What's wrong with me? sob sob sob". You've finally awoke... look, everything has gone to hell, probably you'd die, before your done fixing it. Why the sad face? Feeling alone? Have a cookie. Have as many cookies as you like, have even more cookies if you don't like cookies and now get to fucking work. No one gives a shit, even if you die. Hope is a lie.

So tired. Just let me sleep... sleep... My left eyeball is under pressure, the skin on my nose is dried up from all the tissues I'm using - that's like half a liter of mucus per day or something. My head is so heavy and everything is fucked. I'm writing the first exam tomorrow, I'll pass it, if I manage to wake up and score 16%. I've prepared to score about 70-80%. It's easy. And if I ever say that it's easy, people all over me sayin "don't call things easy" "never say never", "you should have more respect" "always doing the bare minimum". FUCK YOU! It's like in the movie Office Space or something.

The second exam is on the ninth, 2 days after the first, and that's what I'm studying for right now. If I'd write it right now, I could get like 20% max. It's hopeless, the sickness robbed like 3 days and I was busy working one of them. And FUCK! I know I should've started earlier, but it wasn't like I was jiggling my balls. Everybodies pissing on my feet looking for attention. "I'm so special" "I'm so good looking" "I can do it all better", yea. Well fuck you. I'm not surprised that I've had to suppress the urge to punch people in the face.

And whenever I call someone a fucking retard, they come up on me and say shit like "oh that's not nice" "all humans are of equally intelligence at the core", "you have to respect everyone". Yea. Whatever. Is there a sentence in your minds that you've not heard somewhere else before? All your parts in conversations sound like deja vus!!

And then they wanna have discussions with me, because, I don't know. They think I'd have something smart or interesting to say. Well, I don't. I don't give a shit about being smart or interesting or what-the-fuck ever your inferiority complex interprets into me.

Don't mind me. Immature ramblings, I just had to vent some steam, because I just took 3 hours of learning and FUCKED IT.

 

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"Today is a good day to die."

-Trolls from WarCraft II

 

PS: I miss playing Brutal Doom: Project Brutality while listening to Slayer

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You said it before: you're still deadly even when you're crawling on the ground. Make the world pay for every inch of ground it tries to take from you. It made a grave mistake when it thought that sickness would break your spirit.

Also I enjoyed the Office Space reference. I don't know if you've ever seen it, but I'm geeky to admit that the 1984 Conan the Barbarian is my favorite movie. The plot summary is that Arnold Schwarzenegger goes on a rampage and kills more things than he says intelligible lines in it, which is pretty much any movie ever. Anyway, there's a prayer from it that might serve you well in this situation.

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@Pierce Shit yea, I've seen Conan. Fucking rocks!!

 

Mongol General: Hao! Dai ye! We won again! This is good, but what is best in life?

Mongol: The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.

Mongol General: Wrong! Conan! What is best in life?

Conan: Crush your enemies. See them driven before you. Hear the lamentations of their women.

Mongol General: That is good! That is good.

 

Most people I watched it with, though, went like "This is shit, how can you like it?". Haha. I thought about it, I don't think it's shit. I've seen many movies like this, as you mentioned - it's any movie ever. But Conan's got something because it doesn't take itself so seriously, and its hero is fucking stupid, but in a way - he's keeping it real. He's not trying to be cool, he is himself. Don't take life too seriously (you can solve it another day) and don't take yourself too seriously - I think that's a good message from Conan and a good foundation for strength. But of course, so is decapitating horse riders with an axe!

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ENTRY 15 - DAY 25:

Dear citizen,

Fuck your shit. Ever since day 1 I've felt like a tiger jumping hoops in a fucking circus. Why am I still here? You clowns!! Leave me the fuck alone! I just want out of your system and be done with it, I'll rip more shit than you could in your dreams, because you're all staring in your screens - fucking smartphones all day! What the shit! Like zombies you need to push outta the way, gray and decomposed. With a stench and slow moving with your eyes fixated on a screen. Headphones to blend the rest out. Move your head around and open your fucking eyes, or one day I can't abstain from punching you in the fucking face. "Welcome to reality!", give you a slap and shove you to drop the phone. Your facial expressions go well with my fecal sessions, in flagranti.

You can't even think anymore on your own, sure, you know as much as google - and I can google in 10.000 ways to prove my own truth, but you don't know shit! Fuck googling. Fuck Wikipedia. Fuck the rest as well. It's full of advertising, and you think you're following your own will on the net? You're not! Always fixed on the next link it baits ya!

 

Sure I'm a gamer - was a gamer,

but I'd wager

that running thru Castlevania 

- on NES is like a disclaimer,

To 8bit goodness and badassery.

My history.

 

 

Where surfing is like starin Baywatch.

You'll get wet, but you'd never fuck

Pamela,

while I rock my controlla,

and whip the shit outta Medusa,

hitting it high to dope chiptunes.

And you're busy consuming cartoons.

I'd satisfy myself like that any day,

before I put my seed in you,

I'd rather fist your face.

 

But okay..., I let go of that,

just to make a statement.

just to point out that you fucking suck.

There is no more angle to attack me now.

 

 

So let me resume my prolamation.

Fuck your concepts of individuality, by wearing shoes with a different logo. Fuck you for putting worth into being "authentic" how many fakeass motherfuckers are out there, that we need to discuss this?! Fuck the battle of the sexes - what have we become to not have sex??! Fuck cigarettes and alcohol for keeping the majority quiet. Fuck soccer, for hypnotizing the masses. Fuck movies for falsifying the ways we judge reality. FUCK Disney for tearing a girls mind in regards to romance. Fuck horses and dinosaurs for conjuring fucked up gender roles. I don't need no fucking Idol, I'll bite your heads off, I'm DESTOROYAH!!! I'll 404 page-not-found pound you!!

I hate this shit!! Since day one. Since day fucking one. And I got enough hate saved up to last me 10.000 lifetimes. I've decided to pursue a career in investment banking!!

 

Sincerely,

destoroyah

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ENTRY 16 - DAY 26:

Erks. I probably failed that last exam. Everything was turned against me. I was sick. The place I work at gets overrun and extremely busy, "requiring" me presence, shortly before the exam. Well they'd never require me, but if I don't heed the call, they go lookin for a new one. They mention that in the same breath as "Hello". Then on the day of the exam, we were allowed ALL notes, so I even had this stack of printed previous exams and I took that to town. And what came? Like 3 major questions from that one exam I had known from my learning - an extremely hard one though, which I never really solved. All the others being a piece of cake. I could've written from that piece of paper 1:1, at least 30% of the answers - but I forgot to pack it in that morning. It was lying on my desk... the last couple of points that could've made a definit fail into a definite pass. Ach, it just disgusts me. That it's so easy to sorta cheat, pass by copying answers. This has happened to me twice now! Identical exams from the past, and I don't pack 'em. I always think like "Yea, that's never gonna happen, I don't need to plan that way.".

Fuck that! It happens way to often to me. Like it's a flaw of mine. And i see all these idiots passing, without understanding shit. Fuck this.

So fine, I went to work today. And I fucked up there too. Luckily that was just at the offshoot branch office, and not where I usually work. But the manager there completely went psycho on me. I can't explain really, but it was like 1% error on my side and 99% psychological problems on the other. Soon she wasn't just criticizing me, she was pulling out reasons from WAY back and inventing shit just to hurt me. I didn't bother dissin back, I just finished what I started, packed ALL my shit and left in quickness. Saying that I'm sorry for having disappointed her and wishing her a good recovery. I'm not  going back there. Ever. It's not a big loss. She's known to cause problems and we've had some in the past. She's had many helpouts, in the last 3-4 months the job has become vacant 4 times.

Like... I don't need to put up with your shit. Quit fucking around. I don't respect you for your age, I can sit around and do nothing for 60 years. Would that make me respectabse? She was like surfing on Facebook all the time. Told me stories of how many guys my age ask her out. I was kind of surprised, till I realized that was all happening on Facebook. Her account has like 1.000 friends. Wow.

Wanna see me get 50 friends on Facebook?

*snap* Done.

Can I talk now like I'm popular?

GTFO.

My life has no room for your hallucinated bullshit.

 

My journal is so fucking casual right now, I wanna shoot myself. But i guess they've wasted me. I hope I get rid of this cold soon. It's really pissing me off. I'm here 10 days already.

This weekend I'll just watch movies 48 hours straight. The world can go fuck itself.

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ENTRY 17 - DAY 27:

Shake it off. Whatever that was on me. Dreamt a bug was crawling on me, but I crushed it. My health is improving, managed to get back into training today, at 50%. Gotta take it slow the next few days, but I feel no negative repercussions so far. I'm still in good shape, despite being out for almost 2 weeks.

Watched "The Wolf of Wallstreet" it was a good movie. At one point, the protagonist loses everything he has and is left by his wife. He was in despair, I think it was meant to be sort of sad. It was strange, I felt nothing. Maybe because he was hedonistically overdoing it constantly, but maybe because that despair of reality is a normal state for me. Scary when I think about it, I really should get out of this phase of life quick! I might lose it someday.

I swapped back to my mechanical QWERTZ keyboard - but I'm still running a DVORAK layout. I uninstalled the possibility to even run QWERTZ. I missed the better physical feedback. Also, blind typing was bad because of the printed letters. Recently I was hunt&pecking constantly. Time to take the plunge into typing blind, I know where the letters are, but I need to force myself into remembering. I'm on the lookout for translucent blank keycaps.

Today my flatmate wanted to borrow my xbox360 controller. I couldn't find it. Haha. That was kind of funny, I apologized, saying that I don't wanna look for it. I think I never will. Can't be bothered. Maybe to sell it, if he makes me a motivating price to dig thru my shit, and I'm not getting up for under 10 bucks. Maybe for 20. Haha. He'd never pay that much, he knows I paid 5 for new. It will remain in that corner, till it's "retro" or what the fuck ever kids these days call my equipment.

I occasionally miss gaming, but... I'm too busy for the most part. Sadly work mostly. Nothing good. I'm so thankful to have this weekend off. It's so good. Finally I can chill out and get healthy. Just doing nothing is fine. Jogging was cool today, yesterday I made some curry and maybe I'll finally get around cleaning my room tomorrow. My desk looks like the local library exploded over it, and some manic with only 10 minutes of time tried to solve 50 math-exercises with black ink on blank paper.

Next week I gotta work fulltime again. Hope I get healthy by then, I hate this shit. After that, I'll see to get arch Linux running on my main computer. I wanna teach myself some Latex as well. I'll order a book for 5$ and put it on the crapper, it's a great way of interacting with new material.

Also, having put the monitor into a mode that emits less "blue LED" light has helped my eyesight incredibly. I see less artifacts when turning away, and my eyes don't burn so much anymore after longer sessions. It might even improve sleep, and I can confirm that, but that might be placebo (http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2016/10/23/near-infrared-led-lighting.aspx). Now that might all be bullshit, not everything is EVIL, but my own experience seems to confirm it. I have been tuning monitors at work too. I'm so relaxed at work now. And I bring my DVORAK keyboard and trackball. I'm not wasting my bodily functions on work. No way. The first thing I'm buying with a real salary is a real computer chair. Ohhh yea.

PS this band called Psychosomatic is the shit. Especially the album "Another Disease". Took me about 30 listens to appreciate in trueness. The aggression is very raw. I fucking love it!!!

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