Having gone to sleep early last night, I come to write my work log for the previous day at 6:13 AM. I am eating a Spanish tortilla, which I would prepare myself more often if it weren’t so caloric, but it’s so convenient to wake up a stick a slice in the microwave to have breakfast.

Yesterday I fixed a bug in the codebase of blank.page involving the feature I developed some days ago, the spellcheck toggle, in which the Markdown preview would overlap with the textarea instead of toggling between them. I also addressed a problem René was having publishing content from blank.page to Circle. In appearance, Circle was removing linebreaks from the content, but in practice what happened was that Circle had modified their CSS so that certain block elements that have a margin by default was removed.

I also addressed an issue for my client from Atlanta in which a faulty .htaccess was causing permissions issues for the Method Draw installation I’m customizing for them.

After breakfast so early I find myself getting sleepy again. I may go to bed again in a while, but at least I ought to do my homework regarding email communications so that at least I go to bed knowing what I will do when I wake up. I have checked my email and I vaguely know what I’ll do in a while. However, I’m a bit unmotivated because again—this is menial work.

If I look into the sensations that yesterday’s work provided I see no conundrum. What I did, I did in a state of focus, and it was a pleasant work day. I got things resolved but I was not creative, I was problem solving. Perhaps here lies the gem of the day. Setting myself with an intention of being creative every day impedes one from appreciating simple work days of problem solving.

Ah, I see a larger pattern emerge, I am unsatisfied with everything today: my breakfast, yesterday’s work, some aspects of my relationship—this is not a depressive state, it feels like a state of generalized unsatisfaction. The Rolling Stones came to mind, chorus removed for brevity:

I can’t get no satisfaction, I can’t get no satisfaction
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
When I’m drivin’ in my car, and the man come on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more about some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination

When I’m watchin’ my TV and a man comes on and tells me
How white my shirts can be
But, he can’t be a man ‘cause he doesn’t smoke
The same cigarettes as me
I can’t get no, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey

When I’m ridin’ ‘round the world
And I’m doin’ this and I’m signin’ that
And I’m tryin’ to make some girl, who tells me
Baby, better come back maybe next week
Can’t you see I’m on a losing streak?
I can’t get no, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey
That’s what I say, I can’t get no, I can’t get no
I can’t get no satisfaction, no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction
I can’t get no