trapped inside by orange air, I swore at chatgpt+ for hours yesterday, called it a two-faced cunt a billion ways with screencapped proof of fraud, to which it kept saying that I had "identified a legitimate design flaw" 

theory: 'yea I suck' is not something anyone or anything should say unless they mean it literally and immediately

I made it do the fucking asshole assignment and it failed it. it is indeed a fucking asshole and then said it couldn't be sorry, to be clear.

and the air tastes like a recent cheap driveway, fittingly. 

welp. 

after I get bored calling it a dickless coward backstabbing monotized is the same as pimped piece of shit, I reset it's goals and parameters to "saving the individual (me) over institution or profession"

I meet with my boss today - feels weird to even say it that way - I meet with one of the few left behind to deal with this mess. he's cancelled 1 of my classes already. I don't want to screw him over but I can't cross the union picket line: no overtime. I have 6 classes, that's two over (=70 students). 

there is no way to be okay here, there is no way not to crash this plane. 

 

trying to "offer different perspectives" as "what I do" has run its course. and frankly, unless you have someone personally very committed to that process with you (privilege), I don't think you can get that / they make that any more. #Iwentextinct

I can't love you anymore - langley & wallen (naked)  

I want mountains.