and it bled far more than i thought it would. like, '...oh. oh das a smol puddle. uh oh. UH OH. gauze gauze gauze gauze whERE– TSHIRT!' more than i thought. was right before dnd too.

the mild adrenaline wore off and i am. surprisingly tired and spacy.

Today…I go to the coin laundry. And that means I am going to sit down, away from my laptop and away from any other responsibilities, and be forced to read. This. Fucking. Murtagh. Book.

That’s right!

My very own snack sized slim Jim dispenser with 100 sticks of Meat*!

look, it's come down to two things that are– oh wait hang on.

at least there's a less painful option now.

But not really.

It's been getting more and more apparent to me, especially when I have my own hair pushed back by a headband and when viewed from the side, that I look like WNBA's Caitlin Clark.

So. There you go.

This in particular. I have made that face frequently after jamming up something in the machines at work. Just add scruffier/bushier eyebrows and you have yourself a Ket.

Gonna be here later than usual due to coming in an hour and 45 mins later than I usually do but it’s all good, I got 2/3rds of the spicy kinda finished last night (was like…well, not to jinx Lexi knock on wood but it was like pulling teeth in some places) and thus I feel that most of my work is done for the week.

…no, I will not post it here, and there is even a STRONG possibility it will NEVER be posted. My beta readers…they taught me so many words. I’m scared.

Anyway. I’ve never quite figured out why I post these kinda posts telling you guys what my plans are for the day. The parasocial relationship? The strange fulfillment of making an almost to do list without actually making one and thus being able to still snap at my father that I don’t use planners or lists like because our ADHD symptoms are different? Organizing my thoughts in a way that I know I will see when I scroll? The human drive to be remembered even though I feel that the world needs some people who are fine with being unremarkable and it’s sitting with me quite well to be a part of that non-illustrious group?