When the Screams Get Stuck in the Throat: The PDF Isn’t Late—It’s Just Refusing to Participate in the Capitalist Lie of Urgency
—A witchy interruption, a middle finger to burnout culture, and a PSA from the screaming void. You were expecting a shiny new PDF today, weren’t you? A fresh little bundle of shadow work, lovingly stitched together for your weekly descent into the emotional trenches? Yeah. So was I. Instead, what I got was a cursed design session that chewed through my spoons like a possessed paper shredder. Fonts misbehaving. Layouts gaslighting me. Entire pages vanishing like interns during Mercury retrograde. And after the seventh round of screaming into the design abyss, I had a choice to make: Ruin myself trying to meet a self-imposed deadline… or hex the whole schedule and walk away with my spine intact. Guess which one I picked. 🖤 Not a Flake. Not a Failure. Just Feral Priorities. Let me say this once, loud enough for the burned out witches in t...