Live by the sword, hit rock bottom by the sword

Actually it's nice that I can once again write OC X Canon fanfiction because for months I felt like I'd lost parts of my mind quite literally, and couldn't imagine a goddamn thing. I had no will or wish or ability to be playful or inventive or creative. Just got flattened. So the fact I was up until 10 AM on my laptop banging out assassin x templar fic loosely set to the trajectory of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack is a good thing.

Still remember that dream where I was lost in the alleyways of rome or something and I came across an angel giving out baseball cards of jesus, but it wouldn't give me one because it didn't like my haircut. I asked it "isn't he supposed to love us all equally" and it gave me a disgusted look, handed me two cards and left.

I'm having weird dreams about emmrich dragonage again idk if that's good or bad? I don't remember the half of it but I remember he fell down some stairs and everyone thought he was dead and I was the only one rushing to turn his corpse over and see if he was still alive. And then somehow we ended up in a fancy horse-drawn carriage and he was weak but breathing and smiled warmly at me and we waved back at everyone as we drove away cinderella-style

I made my mom a meal plan chart where she could pick/mix and match what meals she wanted to eat for the week and suddenly she's like "This has made my life so much easier! Maybe I do have ADHD after all" oh my god finally

I laid down at 1 am and put on a podcast about the fall of civilisations and I just laid there trying to sleep but all I did was absorb genghis khan and his postal relay system facts and now it's 4 am somehow and I have a massive headache

kinda stings when I show someone my digital art and they ask "but have you done anything in traditional media, though" no I instinctively use my great big gnashing teeth to snap any pencil, paintbrush or other traditional drawing implement I come into contact with into many little unusable pieces