He spent weeks blocked on Facebook without understanding why, then traced it to software he had installed that kept tripping the platform's filters. That post is the most useful thing here, because it treats being unable to reach your own friends as a fault to diagnose rather than a conspiracy to complain about.
Around it runs a stream of short pieces under two campaign names of his own invention, on consistency, on productivity, on work ethic, and on getting through a stretch where nothing moves. He writes the way he speaks, in asides and half sentences, and he does not tidy any of it afterwards.
Entertainment fills the gaps without pretending to be anything more. A golf failure compilation, a hovering golf cart, a video game, a short piece asking what a friend actually is.
Twenty seven posts and not one of them long. Read a handful in a row to catch the rhythm, and take the Facebook one seriously.