I feel like being at work and vomiting your guts out is a rite of passage somewhere.

That moment when it rains and the grass is literally greener. I think I like the world vibrant and dark.

The skyfather's strongest soldier (Me) is faced with his hardest battles (work).

I YEARN FOR WORDS.

Ps. I did, in fact, snort coffee (but don't tell anyone)

Success is mine! Now to stay awake for another 18 hours and this endeavour will be behind me. Huzzah.

We're back, friends. I'm not sleeping tonight and I have work in the morning. At this point, I'm convinced that snorting coffee is the only valid strategy, and no one can stop me.

Have at thee, god. Thoust foul beastie.

Anyone making fanart of me was NOT on my bingo card for 2025. Thanks, @velveteenmango.bsky.social, for the lovely art and sentiment!

The creative burnout is CRAZY. Over this next week, we'll chill and igure out a more sustainable plan.

I'm going to pump out this book in 2025, or y'all can take away my nerd credentials.

The revolutionary sentiment is strong in the Wendy's today, friends.

I've been awake 49 hours, and I've got energy to keep me going. Perhaps I am a golden god?

I like to think I have the hair for it.

I'm rawdogging time today, friends.

Love it when you're exhausted beyond reason and absolutely can't fall fall asleep. My pain is immeasurable, and at 5 am, i have determined that my day is ruined.

On occasion I find some genuinely inspired writing in my work and I go "mayhaps I am a decent writer? The horror!?!?!?!?"