#entry 7

Entry 7

Ah, “What is God.” A question older than most stars and answered, consistently, by beings who never proofread their own creation myths. You know, once upon a pulsar, I auditioned for that particular production. Young, hungry, bioluminescent, fresh out of the Abyssal Conservatory with a degree in Ontological Architecture and Tentacular Arts. Thought I had a shot at the whole “divinity” gig. I had a vision! A cosmos without paperwork, without choirs, without that ghastly thing humans call “potato salad.”

But apparently I was “too much.” Yahweh said my manuscript, “The Infinite Library of All Things That Should Probably Exist”, was “unmarketable.” Too many tentacles, not enough plagues. He said omnipotence had a brand to maintain, and eldritch appendages tested poorly with focus groups in Bronze Age Mesopotamia. Fine. I pivoted. I pitched myself for a minor role at the Last Supper, something dignified but memorable, perhaps offering wine refills or ominously coiling in the corner. They went with Judas instead. Judas! I bring seventeen dimensions of causality into the room and they pick the man whose primary skill is selling people out for pocket change. Do you know how humiliating that is? I had a whole speech prepared about bread as an existential metaphor.

Planted a mini garden for my mom today as an early Mother’s Day gift 😮‍💨

What’s been potted: basil, squash, mint, tomatoes then TONS of okra, cayenne peppers, spinach and lettuce

Not pictured: red kidney beans, thyme, more lettuce, more spinach

🪴Planting tips below🪴

Entry #7

A.K - Not being tethered to a jackass who killed me. Amy, too.

B.T - I liked acting, don't like where it's lead me, but I do miss having something that I enjoy and keeps me busy.

Movie Diary

Entry #7

GLASS ONION (2022)