Slide nine is where my worst presentation died — an eleven-bullet wall of shrinking text. These are the AI tools that rebuilt my decks, and the 1 a.m. rescue that settled it.
At 11:47 p.m. I was posting from my kitchen in my work clothes. One month of letting AI help later: 22 posts, my evenings back, and one rule that changed everything.
A nine-minute video script once ate my whole evening. This is the honest inventory of the AI tools that survived my Tuesdays — and the famous ones I quietly cancelled.