It's sunny and 69˚F, and I want to be home, and I cannot be home.

No work yesterday. I spent the day trying to figure out what to write for the Planned Parenthood anthology. I have no idea. No idea whatsoever.

And I slept too late.

But, hey, we have a car that doesn't look like a fucking dinosaur kicked it, thanks to Spooky's parents. It's her mom's old car. I spent yesterday here alone with the cats, while Spooky and her mom sat at the DMV.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast




6:32 p.m.