half-day thought
You ever get that feeling like both myapron and mythdr are the same hallway, just painted different colors? You open one, it asks for the same password, same dull gray buttons, same “loading…” that lasts longer than coffee. ☕
not complaining, just saying
- myapron has that quiet heartbeat vibe.
- mythdr feels colder, like it’s running deep under the surface.
- between them — hours of routine nobody ever talks about.
weirdly grounding
it’s like the digital version of white noise. frustrating sometimes, but also… safe? you log in, you log out, and the world still makes sense for five minutes.