Nothing catastrophic. Just a bad week. Failed a precalc quiz I should have studied more for, got in a dumb argument with Marcus over something neither of us will remember by summer, and the desktop blue-screened twice in three days for reasons I still haven't diagnosed. Didn't touch the Loop much. Didn't want to. Some weeks the thing that usually makes me feel better just doesn't, and forcing it makes it worse, so I read a novel instead, first one in months, and went to bed early twice. Writing this down mostly so future-me, reading back through these, doesn't get the impression every week was productive. Most weeks aren't. This is one of the ones that wasn't, and that's fine.