The worst thing right now is my body just feeling done. I don’t know if it’s lack of sleep, too much work, or just being stretched thin overall, but I can feel it. I’m pushing through because I have to, but it’s not a fun place to be in.

Busy from the first coffee to whatever this hour counts as. I’ve got too many ideas in my head and no idea how I’m going to get them all down.

Good either way, as long as it’s a two-person thing.

Not a chance. I get why people do, but personally, I don’t. Back when people claim things were simpler, I made mistakes I wouldn’t make today, trusted people I shouldn’t have, and put up with things I’d never tolerate now. I’ve moved past that. I’d rather keep the lessons and leave the rest behind.

New inventions interest me when they come with human context.

Surveillance is neither good nor bad by itself, but the way it’s casually used bothers me. I think most people underestimate how much we’re already being watched. I’ve seen how easily it crosses the line from protection to violation. The biggest issue: lack of transparency. The right to privacy isn’t optional just because tech makes it easy to break. If freedom of speech matters, so does freedom from constant watch.

I’ve interviewed people who were tracked for doing nothing more than gathering. Meanwhile, the ones making those decisions? Hidden behind closed doors. If that doesn’t piss you off, you’re not paying attention.

Guess they’ve gotten used to me.

I cover stories as a freelance journalist, not tied to anyone. Which means I choose my stories, and keep my reporting free of outside influence.

A fair bit. Depends on the mood and how tired I am after work.

I cook sometimes, mostly because I have no choice.