fragile soft machines

finished work project (i wish i were excited about this… objectively it is pretty darn cool…) and then finished inserting all extant wha content into my brain. i need to draw things and also i need to ask the therapist if i can spoil an ongoing piece of media for her because like 2 months ago we spent a lot of time on my trying and failing to satisfactorily describe the constellation of dysfunction labeled “if i allow myself to feel safe terrible things will happen” and well there certainly is a metaphor i could borrow

wikipedia page of the day and corollary

basically what’s going to happen today. is i’m going to lock in for the next 7 hours. and then c is going to help me with baby’s first time getting hammered at their house party. and the basketball men are going to get the w and we are going to hoot and holler in the streets

also i think the wot femslash girlies of taste would go crazy for coco and agott. actually agott belongs at the white tower and is pissed off that she isn’t getting harassed by magic nuns

i got completely got by a thunderstorm that just came through, like utterly soaked and joyfully splashing through puddles because i couldn’t get any wetter, and as i was going up the street past many other damp members of humanity, one woman going the other way did not address anyone else but looked at me and said, in a weirdly very mean tone, “you KNOW it feels GOOD.” love u new yorkers <3