So the weekend proved busier than planned due to a last-minute opportunity to make some cash. I proved greedy and accepted and while yay, monies, it was overall ill-planned. Ooof. Thus no writing done but several major scares occurred. Wtf, people, wtf.
Have more dog-sitting this week but still calmer than the entire month. Celebrating the heavy lifting being done with a lovely combination of poor alcohol tolerance and several gifts of alcohol. I am now toasty as fuck and will work on being an adult tomorrow and will address such responsibilities at a later time.
Now going to stop typing because holy fuck I’m correcting the spelling on every other word, holy fuck.











