Friends back in Atlanta are getting sick. Bad sick. Heart is hurting. One of the worst things going on in my inner universe right now is being glad about situations that led to my favorite people being isolated within the last couple of months before pandemic hit. Depression, breakups / social splits, even severe illness. I hate myself (not too much really) for the illogic of it, the amoral selfishness of it, but
the animal me is very glad that things happened which put my favorite loved ones in isolation just in time.
the ‘cuddle puddle’ elves in atlanta are bad sick. My heart is fucking breaking.















