#whee.

well. tonight i sew seven pockets. tomorrow i descend into the befuckening of un and repacking everything in this house i own into the categories of 'need it in the next three months' 'need it in the fall' and 'don't need it in the next three years.'

today's minor accomplishment: finally gluing the porcelain (ceramic?) cat holding my pincushion back together after - ironically - the real cat knocked it off the table and it broke.

ordered my save the dates

It seems you have asked about VS's chat client auto-responder. This is an applic8tion designed to simulate VS's otherwise inimita8ly rad typing style, tone, cadence, personality, and su8stance of retort while she is away from the computer. The algorithms are guaranteed to 8e 88% indistinguisha8le from VS's n8tive neurological responses, 8ased on some statistical analysis I 8asically just pulled out of my ass right now.

I woke up before six am this morning (after only about four hours of sleep) to feel my heart racing and a cold sweat. I legit thought I may be having a heart attack at age thirty. Turns out it was the worst panic attack of my life. (Zero cheer pain and pressure, no jaw or neck pain, no indigestion feeling, mild arm pain but that’s literally because I was carrying a heavy bucket of meds for seven hours with that arm the day before) After an hour, I walked over to my moms house and stayed with her for a few hours. I’m fine now but utterly exhausted.