finn and i saw eight turtles and ate tacos at el rey today
i am getting so much out of rereading old books and rewatching old shows, i might lean into that for a while. not exclusively, but primarily
the warden in escape from alcatraz is not a number, he's a free man
i make my bed every morning with little thought given to it, but on the days i wash my sheets, the task of putting them back on the bed feels insurmountable
we found ourselves passing by andy glass today, even though for obvious reasons that place does not exist
finn was shaken by the encounter
i bought a pint of bourbon at the package store. i'm on my porch drinking some with soda and a little ice. boba is messing with a stinkbug even though i keep telling her they are the bad kind of spicy

















