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Today is my birthday, and I am now 45 years old.

My birthday has never felt like a reason to celebrate and this year is not any different.

All of the things I love are either obliterated, broken, or dying.

All of the hobbies I used to enjoy have been taken over by hostiles and stripped of everything that made them fun to begin with.

Exorbitant fees. Closed systems. Repulsive personalities.

The state of open source software is fucking FUBAR.

Infinitely nested dependencies. Needlessly complex everything. Shit code creating more problems than it solves.

Paul is gone. Penny is deaf. Not that I’m saying anything important anyways.

I’m out of energy. I’m sick from trying. I can’t open my eyes without crying.

Wake me up when it’s over.