feelings.

While I believe in the goodness humanity is capable of, I’ve come to believe my “severe social anxiety” is a misnomer and it should now just be called “correct.”

I am not a sufferer of severe social anxiety.

I am correct.

Alright guys.

Collective deep breath and repeat after me:

I need ice cream.

In other news, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is fun.

Wacky, and wacky is needed. Oddly suits the climate.

So who wants soup and who needs soup?

I made too much soup.

Have chicken and vegetables in a slow cooker. Everything is fine when there’s chicken cooking in a pot. Right?

Right?

Yep. It’s all fine. Cause chicken. In pot.

Old particular joke set up…

In US, the mob buys the government. In Russia, the government is the mob! Hah hah hah…

*sobs quietly *

🥺

The news today. Ugh. It’s like listening to the musicians playing on the Titanic.

So that bear cave is looking better all the time.

Could decorate it. Bear would probably be cool with that.

Would be a reasonable roommate. Sleep a lot. So we’d have the place to ourselves a lot.

This could work.

I’m not in a great place and couldn’t get The Bee Gees “Tragedy” out of my head and was roaming like a shade round the house in a black robe complaining about it.

Thankfully pity was taken upon me and now AC/DC is filling the air.

Today may be okay.

So how’s everyone’s existential crisis this morning?

Ants in a jar. That’s what I’m seeing today.

It is morning.

Huh look at that.

Mild disassociation.

Neat.

Oh and welcome everyone! Ignore me I’m cranky, this is in fact a very kind place.

Mood.

I mean, not at YOU obviously.

But yeah.