thinking about the ben in my life. i reached out recently (prior to the ep) and it’s magical, having a childhood bff know & love you still

the ep got to me for the guilt of wanting to have spent a different kind of time together + call to action of reaching out to loved ones

still achingly sad over having listened to the ben greenwood convo late last night. we all have bens in our lives

eating yummy oatmeal :3 maple syrup and brown sugar and crunchy chocolate and strawberries and raspberries granola on top!!

i need to send an evil email by the end of tonight (really ideally before this evening) pray for me lol i’m so cooked chat

wake up and sit up to cough and smack the sludge out of my lungs for 1h. immediately down a litre of liquid (half ice water half milk tea)

eating browned broccoli. learning the new controls on the air fryer and this was fantastic

eating red sugar crystal sprinkles over vanilla icecream for dessert. mmm

me when i eat a croissant for dinner

chest percussion therapy is such a funny technique to me. just absolutely beating the crap out of myself to decongest the goop plaguing me

the memory loss is funky and fresh when you realize ohh. i can’t remember entire months of time. but they sucked so no loss there LOL

can’t say i’m not thrilled to see 2024 go by the wayside. flaming trashcan of a year. hope 2025 is kinder to me & my loved ones

mmmm garlic naan and beef stew. makes me feel like a redwall mouse having a hearty adventurers breakfast at the convent

hate having bronchitis. it is getting better and i’ve been resting lots, but i spend a hour every morning waking up and hacking

been trying to think of how my brother would reframe it. not 25k words wasted, just that amount spent on learning about the characters

prior to coming out my TTRPG characters were basically transition goals which i find amusing. flamboyantly camp, sharply dressed transmascs

using the ‘spend time with’ feature on LADS as a pomodoro tool is so funny. writing my gay little novel with my surgeon husbando

i’ve become the kid who goes do you have games on your phone? can i play?? i fear. many such mobile distractions

i’d make SUCH a cute vampire i say, coping with the fact my hemorrhagic disorder has had me leaving bloody lip prints on my cups for weeks

pain, agony, the horrors, etc. coming to the realization i need to scrap like 25k of my novel and redraft it entirely is so demoralizing