Today I feel like writing for myself, but I feel my habit of journaling by handwriting has fallen into disuse, the pen now feels awkward on my hand, which I interpret this to mean that I ought to write on the keyboard. Why English? Why do I always think about this? For what matters to me most, the next sentence could be en español.

Ah, the feeling that you are not being read, it is fresh air for writing creative juices, the intellect can go wherever it pleases, how come it often arrives to pitiful places? This night I walked with Nina, and I thought: I can do something with KernType in order to rebrand it into the letterspacing game, add languages and hopefully sponsors.

Ought I write about this? Perhaps a few paragraphs to put forth my conclusions: it will be necessary to connect with foundries, to make this a labor of seeking people and companies interested in promoting their work, and to see how we could benefit from a win-win situation.

A flash of inspiration came: as individuals, stages are added for free, as companies, there would be a fee to pay. Now I know how to register clicks via Netlify Functions, and thus I could even count the number of clicks and assign a competitive price to it, instead of relying on the unsuccessful pricing model used on the Boolean Game.

I wanted to reach out to my former classmates now working at Enigma, because there seems to be a good overlap for generating mutually beneficial arrangements, in which I can offer… I browsed their website. They have nice work. Good things will come out by reaching out, but I must settle down on what I am going to pitch.

Come back to the center.

Is it time to go to sleep? It is 23:20, I feel disincentivized to continue writing, I brought business to bed. But business is life, at least on workdays. I’m liking this arrangement, it brings a lot of productivity, and I’m afraid I may like it too much for the tastes of Mar. But it is necessary to make space for creative endeavors, otherwise the self gets lost in the myriad of things that need to be accomplished every day.

Three weeks ago my gas powered water heater begun emitting flames from places it was not supposed to. I turned it off, and have been enjoying cold showers since then. Well, “enjoying”. It gets progressively less painful. I usally shower with scalding water, “para pelar pollos”, as we say in Mexico.

This is something I have been putting off for years. I’ve wanted to have consistent cold showers, but I just couldn’t bring myself to turn off the water heater completely. I could only complete the challenge because I live like a hobo, I guess.

But the situation pushed me into new territory. How else was I going to discover the benefits of cold showers? Well, the only thing I can claim is that Mar warned me that I could get sick, because she shared a lot of time with kids who are sick. I think Mar is healthy, and if she gets sick, well, then we’ll see if I get sick too. But now that I think about it, if I get sick I won’t want to have cold showers anymore, and I will have to fix the water heater! I will worry about this when the time comes.

And so I lay in bed, conversing with myself. The mind is thinking that I no longer think about self-improvement, and I felt glad about it. The yearning leads us towards it naturally. It is the way of the Tao. I think I have written enough for tonight. Good night.