"Now pick up what you can and run." (90)
Mostly sunny today. The high was an unseasonable 75˚F.
I wish I could say that I wrote today. I wish I had spent the morning writing, instead of sitting here contemplating doomsday and the imminent collapse of American democracy.
I am so utterly fucking exhausted.
No, I am not leaving Twitter.
I did finish drawing the monster doodles I owe to Big Cartel customers.
I also watched two documentaries, one of the Great Hurricane of 1780, the other on the 2019 White Island volcanic eruption. Last night we watched Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein (1974).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:21 p.m.
I wish I could say that I wrote today. I wish I had spent the morning writing, instead of sitting here contemplating doomsday and the imminent collapse of American democracy.
I am so utterly fucking exhausted.
No, I am not leaving Twitter.
I did finish drawing the monster doodles I owe to Big Cartel customers.
I also watched two documentaries, one of the Great Hurricane of 1780, the other on the 2019 White Island volcanic eruption. Last night we watched Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein (1974).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:21 p.m.