Hello, it’s 2:49 am of 17 April, but I’m writing this diary for 16 because, obviously, I work at night, so this is normal. This diary entry is for the day of 16 April.
I bought this cool little thing, it’s called Aqua Voice. What it basically does is I press a key on the keyboard and I speak in my mic, and then it figures out my pauses and sighs and laughs and cries, all the nuisances attached with the way any human speaks, and then it translates that into an accurate paragraph, punctuations, lists. It’s not perfect, but it’s been working good enough that I decided to pay for it to have a trial for a month for it. So, yeah, it’s worth 10 bucks.
Besides that, today was not good, I’ll be honest. I’m really not sure what to do. I’m worried. But hey, another day down, right? That’s something.
I started reading Muqaddimah Ibn Khaldun. It is going better than I expected. I thought this would be very bland and boring, but it’s not actually. At least I’m reading it till now, and I’ve been feeling lately that I stop watching YouTube videos or movies or stop reading books if I don’t like them halfway. I’m getting very comfortable with quitting.
Now with this AI being able to actually help me write without having to type on the keyboard, I guess my diary posts are, well, they might be longer. I’m not sure if they will be longer; I can’t confirm. But they might be longer.
Oh, and I went to cafe today with my little sister. It started raining when we were there, and I had to do some work, so I was worried. The rain stopped after about 30 minutes, but not before I went in the rain, all soaked, to the nearest Savemart to buy a couple of noodles, bananas, potatoes, onions and a bar of kitchen soap.
Then I came back, and we waited until the rain was over, and then I came back home with her.
And that’s it. That was the day. The work was good. Basically, I was able to do a couple of things that I did not know I could do until I actually did them. So that was good, but I’m not learning anything new, I’ll be honest. I’m not pushing myself out of the limits. And the excuse I give myself is that I am already feeling quite a lot. But then, what if I continue to feel it, continue going through this for, say, a decade or two? Is that an excuse enough to just not try anything else? How much time should I give myself? I’m scared, I’ll be honest. I hope I find a solution soon. Bye
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