Had my first physical therapy appt and naturally im making it my sona's problem and also my entire personality
[ID: a sketch of my sona, whos a thin pointy-eared whiteboy with red hair, big feathered wings, and a cat tail. He's holding a cane and wearing shorts, KT tape on one knee, and a tank top that says "shit talk my cane & I'll beat you with it". He's smirking devilishly. End ID]
















