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It’s 2:30 in the morning. Insomnia’s a pain. Thought I should check in.

I finally spun up a new Business Intelligence tool I’ve wanted to use at the office yesterday - Apache Superset. This is after a months-long campaign evangelizing for it and writing up business propositions and comparisons with less desirable options.

I finally got the go ahead to request a Linux virtual machine for the purpose of spinning it up. I was so fuckin’ happy when I got the SSH credentials, man. Took me a few hours of work. Had to rotate database keys and whatnot. It’s up and connected to our Data Lake now and runs a treat.

You want data every two minutes? You got it. How much does it cost? Not a thing.

It’s a small win, but sometimes it’s all you got.

Those who know me, know shit has been weird for me recently and I don’t even really understand it myself. I feel a huge emotional disquiet inside and it’s probably why I’m up at this hour. I feel a tremendous amount of anger inside and, mostly, it’s self-directed. Mostly.

Martial Arts has been a good outlet for me. Let me tell you, you can have a dark cloud following you around all day, and it will vanish in an instant on the mat. It is impossible to think of much else when you’re about to take a rear body lock takedown. It takes up your entire periphery.

I count no less than 10 bruises on my body from my first week. There’s something weirdly gratifying about it.

I was a bit frustrated with my last class because there was simply nobody my size to pair with. Hard for me to take full back control on a dude half my size. Seatbelt? Fine. Seatbelt and Hooks? I’m forward rolling off your body. The physics of it just don’t work. This poor man was very patient with me, but it was a bit like an elephant riding a tricycle.

I miss having a friend to write to. That was nice. You’ll have to do for now. Thanks for whatever this is.

Matt