The strange (but, I suppose, unsurprising) thing about keeping a proper journal for the first time in my life, and especially doing it publicly, is realizing how completely mundane the average Thursday is—or should I say, my average Thursday, perhaps your Thursdays are wild.
The day feels like it barely happened, and now I’m sat here at almost-midnight writing these words. This will sound trite, but how curious that some days feel like they stretch on forever whilst others rush by in a flash, barely recognizable. Was that a day, or did light turn to night when I blinked? I like the days that stretch on forever, personally.
I transcribed the sleep story and tried reading a little aloud. As expected, I was furious that my voice didn’t come out completely differently to how it does on any other day. Early on in the story, the phrase “jammy bugger” gets uttered, and it made me smile. I’ve heard that phrase hundreds (thousands?) of times, and now I don’t hear it at all.
For the weirdos who are interested: I recorded the audio right into Apple Voice Memos using loopback on my Audio-Technica interface, and transcribed it using ElevenLabs. I bought the Audio-Technica specifically for a physical loopback switch, and mostly for audio studies like this. ElevenLabs did a good job, but I needed to tidy up formatting and a couple of spellings (it had heard “chummy bugger,” whatever that is).
On that note, time for bed. It’s been a long day and I’m looking forward to the warm embrace of the duvet tonight. Cacio is already passed out on a comforter that’s draped across the couch. She sometimes goes to bed without us, and then storms back in minutes later indignant that we’ve kept her waiting. She’s such a great dog; all dogs are great.