Everyone says this winter isn’t cold, but I keep feeling cold. I’ve already got a thermal shirt on underneath and a wool sweater over it.
All day I didn’t really get anything done. I just sat at the computer clicking around, not even sure what I was clicking, feeling pretty blank—until my head started spinning.
At work I remembered something about migrant worker income that had come back. In our village, because of my mistake, one person’s monthly wage got entered as more than 30,000 instead of a bit over 3,000. It was my error. But why did no one stop and think that this person’s salary really was that high? Or maybe, deep down, we assume a monthly wage over ten thousand is only something you’d double-check in certain special cases. Fine. That’s probably how it is.
There were also a lot of notices in the group chat. I only skimmed a few. The deadline hadn’t arrived yet, and I could feel myself getting lazy: the time isn’t up, right?
I turned my book-lovers’ site into a book recommendation forum, but it still isn’t quite what I want. I want novel ratings too, and the ratings I have now don’t feel good enough. My technical skills are limited, so I can only take it one step at a time. Still, turning it into a recommendation forum means I don’t have to worry about novel copyright issues, right? Traffic is okay for now. Later I’m thinking of adding some ads, but ads mean I’d need to file the site, and that’s something to think about down the road.
I should eat less at night. Fried noodles with a fried egg—now I’m sitting here typing with my belly sticking out, and it’s a struggle.