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Single core CPU
Coffee, water, oats, dishes, oats, coffee, oats, coffee. Even the simplest tasks when done in parallel make me ache in a dull quiet scream. My body is begging me to stop.
Coffee, dishes, oats, coffee, oats. I’m cutting the apple in practiced motions. Chop, chop, the end is near.
Can’t do it alone
Every now and then, I have this overwhelming itch to put something out into the world. Not just a drawing for mom, but something others would use too.
When I was eight years old, I would make catalogues of products "others could buy". My parents didn't appreciate these finer things,