I'm an agnostic. I freely admit I have no idea what happens after, probably another time around the wheel. But I believe wholeheartedly in the Rainbow Bridge. Goodbye Claire-a-bella.

I realize it's silly but I am unreasonably annoyed when people write about crocheting and then switch to describing knitting.

Grown ass adults should have some damn patience and leave a damn voicemail.

Happiness this morning looks like a perfect egg over medium with white pepper, garlic salt, and mozzarella cheese over whole grain toast and a can of ginger ale, accompanied by a sweet comic strip from the husband.

Maybe someday I won't flinch and try not to freak out about a random, seemingly innocuous Teams message from my boss. But today is not that day. (It's just checking in but still)

Thoughts on taking a mental health day.
1. Why did I do this? All I feel is guilt.
2. I want something to eat but can't decide what so I just sit here and crochet and feel non-directionally hungry.
3. At least I'm drinking water. Caffeinated water, but still water.

All of me feels this, being both at the very heart of it all. I also feel like we should loop in the Juggalos.

I should know not to read the comments on any local news post on FB. I should. But I wanted to comment and say how happy I was that a thing happened and then just...sat there in horror and awe at the ignorance. I realize it's a small problem in the grand scheme. But it super mcsucks.

I read and I watch and I listen. And I can't help but think that we are all waiting on Jaime Lannister to dispose of the mad king.

What if I get a little more aggressive?

Would everyone share this one too?

Sometimes you just need to stand in the kitchen and scream along with "Under Pressure" til you cry at the end. Because the world is a lot right now, on all levels. But that's okay. David Bowie and Freddie Mercury believed in us. And probably still do, wherever their souls are. That means everything.

I'm rage-ordering cheese.

Mallory Lewis (daughter of Shari) with Lambchop singing "Do you hear the people sing" was not on MY bingo card but there it was, right on my FYP.

The gospel according to Saint Mariann

Headphones are a glorious invention. I can be a responsible working adult and still listen to "Juggalo Homies".

Nolite tes bastardes carborundum.

Also, I am absolutely tickled and completely disheartened that my auto correct knows those words without my trying.

My brain is absolutely spinning right now. Watching anime and crocheting til I can stop.

Thank you, internet, for giving me more names to the list of country music artists who will no longer get my money or my streaming time. That choice in performance venues for this coming Monday is deplorable. And I know you won't miss one person from your listener pool but I do not give a fuck.