Stop venting to ChatGPT; go to confession at your nearest Catholic church. You don’t even have to be Catholic; you just have to ask to confess. You can even debate with a priest for free, or you can give a donation, like donuts or apples. Or you can fight the priest. It’s like Dark Souls.

Day 20,530

My breakfast with Cerberus (actually three lovely Irish wolfhounds—Raven, Desmond, and Ruth—hard to see where one giant pooch ends and the next begins).

I had banana walnut French toast; they had pancakes.