Home today. Slept in a little bit until 8:50 but lamped in bed a little longer. Made some pasta puttanesca before for a late breakfast. Finely chopped a whole onion, used the last small garlic clove for the foundation. Olives went bad, which was surprising to me since I thought the salt content would have thrown it off, so I fell back on the capers and anchovies. Two magical moments: Spooning a little bit of water on the bottom of the hot pan, which had been really accumulated a dark (I thought it was burnt) oniony-anchovy fond, and seeing it bubble into deep brown; and, simmering the four chopped tomatoes long enough to see them actually melt and meld with the rest of the puttanesca base, coloring the entire puttanesca base a deeper red hue. Definitely add water if you think you need it -- it will help break down the ingredients, and you can always cook it out later. Yet again I accidentally made more pasta than usual, though not that much. Did Humi homework and studied a bit of Psych (which I hadn't really done yesterday). Worked on Hemera slipbox from 6:50 to 8:15 or so. Interacted with Dave a scant 3 or 4 times on Discord and Tumblr (actually followed them on Tumblr properly, seems they don't reblog that much these days) but it was enough to calm me down. I feel ashamed that I lost my mind these past few days. Vengeful rage and fear — is that really me? I have to admit it is. So, I own the panicked messages and posts from yesterday. I would like to make them the exception, the proof-of-concept, the prototype, and not the final product; I'm sorry. Had a Japanese soy egg and a bagel for lunch, and then some leftover pasta for dinner (mom was working today and grandma was out at her friend's so we were on our own tonight).
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391