The dead space between thoughts.
Today was actually, incredibly, shittier than yesterday.
But I worked. I was up until 1:30 a.m. working, then I was back up at 5 a.m. and worked until 7 a.m. The rest of the day has been a fog.
The weather, overcast all day, no rain that I saw. Our high was 80F.
There's the shop. You might go there, and you might buy something, because taxes and vet bills have to be paid, and I no longer believe anything from Hollywood's gonna come knocking on the door except the occasional trickster who only makes things worse.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:31 p.m.
But I worked. I was up until 1:30 a.m. working, then I was back up at 5 a.m. and worked until 7 a.m. The rest of the day has been a fog.
The weather, overcast all day, no rain that I saw. Our high was 80F.
There's the shop. You might go there, and you might buy something, because taxes and vet bills have to be paid, and I no longer believe anything from Hollywood's gonna come knocking on the door except the occasional trickster who only makes things worse.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:31 p.m.