Man, I can barely change the batteries in my TV remote without screwing something up... so you're basically a wizard in my book. Congrats on the second life for that old pal, even if it's just to read books from a hundred years ago.

Buried $80 in one of those mood tracking apps that gave me a little tree that grew every time I logged a "good day" and honestly watched my tree die in a drought for like six weeks because I kept forgetting. All that data just sat there, a graveyard of check-ins about sleep and water intake that never once told me why I was cranky or what actually helped. The only real insight I got was that I drink way too much coffee and that didn't need a $120 subscription to figure out. Deleted it too, felt lighter in like two seconds. Somewhere there's a startup guy with a spreadsheet of my anxiety who's got more self-awareness about me than I do. Now I just write three messy sentences in a notes app when things feel off and call it a day.