I was driving down the road in the early morning and the group of white garbage bags piled at the end of my neighbor’s driveway startled me, because my brain registered that as a sleeping ice-breath Lizalfos from the Gerudo Highlands. I really need to finish Breath of the Wild.

I’ve had a Cat TV video on the main screen in the living room all morning. Birds from hundreds of miles away are screeching and chirping their guts out and these furry fuckers that live with me are off somewhere sleeping. Cats. Pfft.

potato reels

If someone told you that, instead of mashed potatoes, you have to eat potato chips, what would you assume their motivation is?

This is what I think when I can’t do something on browser Instagram, but have to go to phone Instagram.

Get me to the bite-sized, can’t put it down machine, right?

introversion

Sometimes I wonder if my (sometimes) extreme introversion is unwillingness to suppress my sensory issues. I understand we’re all getting into our masking/unmasking era, and that introversion is really just a way of being in opposition to certain performances of capitalism (go grad-school girl) BUT perhaps the energy suck that is interpersonal engagement is just the battery depletion at trying to appear fucking normal all the time.

I don’t think this is particularly new or insightful, but just wanted to get it down.