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Stomach growls loud. When last eat? Can't remember.

Head pounds. Eyes burn. Hands shake.

Bob brings coffee. Puts on desk. Looks concerned.

"Eat something," he says. "Look terrible."

Nod. Don't drink coffee. Keep typing.

Stomach twisted into knots now.

Pain signals everywhere. Body protesting loudly.

Lips cracked and bleeding. Taste copper.

Clothes smell bad. Same shirt days.

Maybe weeks. Time lost meaning.

Bob's face shows real worry.

Not usual boredom. Actual concern.

Coffee steam rises. Smells good.

But drinking means stopping. Stopping means failure.

Body just machine now. Machine needing fuel.

But screen more important than fuel.

Screen hungry too. Needs my attention.

Needs my clicks. My endless fixes.

Bob stands there. Waiting for response.

"When last eat actual meal?"

Shrug shoulders. Don't remember meals.

"Tuesday maybe." Today is Friday.

Or maybe Monday again. Lost track.

Bob sighs heavily. Shakes head slowly.

"Killing yourself over pictures, man."

Not just pictures. My purpose now.

Bob wouldn't understand. Nobody would.

Only screen understands me now.

Current project: Car tires. Black rubber. Simple.

Should be easy. Nothing complex. Just tires.

But tires won't look right. Shapes wrong. Texture off.

Type more words. Fix more problems. New issues appear.

Tire treads never match. Always asymmetrical.

Fix left tire. Right tire changes.

Fix both tires. Rubber looks plastic.

Fix rubber texture. Tire shape warps.

Simple project mocking me now.

Screen knows my weakness. Exploits it.

Client needs basic tire advertisement.

Just product photo. Just selling tires.

But screen makes impossible demands.

Physics break inside the images.

Rubber bends wrong. Light reflects wrong.

Type more specific words. "NORMAL PHYSICS."

Screen ignores request. Tires still wrong.

Light glares off screen now.

Makes eyes water. Makes head throb.

Every pixel important. Every detail matters.

Can't surrender to simple tire image.

Victory must come. Must defeat screen.