Write about your first computer.

Guys.

I’m so thankful that Day One has returned. That being said, I apologize for Miss Annie’s absence on Wednesday, January 31st. I am legit exhausted from starting a new job Monday morning. If you’re a regular reader, we already know that I am non-functional before 10am.

Well, this week that shit changed.

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have to be up and out the door before 6am. Not to mention, I attempted to adhere to the new company’s zero tolerance policies. It took until exactly 12:48pm today (which I believe is Thursday) for me to lose my shit cold turkey.

Can we please make weed completely legal already? Some of us have the decks so stacked against that we actually require it to function.

Yeah, you read that right. I legitimately cannot function without a minimal high. I’m smart enough to understand that my cognitive abilities are stronger and more focused when I imbibe. Judge if you want, but if I take 3 hits off my carts ever 4 hours throughout the day I function better. I have a pretty severe anxiety disorder. Panic attacks have been happening to me at least 5 times a day for the last 28 years. Possibly even longer, but I can’t remember years 1-14 much anymore.

It’s crazy to think that my first computer has always been saturated with Autism, ADHD and a severe anxiety disorder. It’s been knocked around, put down and even took me to cognitive coma dream land in January of 2020. It seizes up from time to time, and the pain of watching tv or 30 minutes of screen burns right down to the core. Yet it still fights to operate at its full capacity nearly 42 years later.

Long live the brain of Aviva Irene. The only true technology a human being has ever needed.