I never forget how much I hate Musk, but if I ever do, he makes sure to send up a SpaceX launch at least once a week to scare the shit out of me w/the unpredictable sonic boom, which sounds like a fucking bomb and/or the sound of an S-Wave of a earthquake whose epicenter is too close for comfort.

Sure, getting new words on a WIP is great, but have you ever tried spending two hours actually sorting, filing, and shredding your various doom piles that cluttered your desk and office? No? Because it's a rush!

Our nation may be going under, but if you need a distraction, I give you vampires. Well, one vampire. And a werewolf. And a mystery.

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Thoughts on "leave things up to the states!" argument. I realized, in this terrible timeline, we should make sure all our papers are in order just in case. And neither me nor my husband have a copy of our long for birth certificates. So on Sunday, 1/26, I went online to Vital Records to order them.

@padilla.senate.gov Your vm is garbled. That, by itself is unacceptable, but moreover as a constituent who voted for you, I am tired of hearing you & your colleagues tell us the illegalities of what EM & DJT are doing. The media can tell us. You, the House & Senate, need to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

@padilla.senate.gov @schiff.senate.gov also, you or your staffers need to call your own lines and listen to the garbled and distorted nature of your voicemail messages. It's like you don't want us calling you.

@schiff.senate.gov Your vm is full. That, by itself is unacceptable, but moreover as a constituent who voted for you, I am tired of hearing you & your colleagues tell us the illegalities of what EM & DJT are doing. The media can tell us that. You, the House & Senate, need to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

Storytime. In the Fall of '23 my husband thought he had something in his eye. A fleck of dust or flotsam. But drops, wiping, tearing, nothing would get it out. Then, after a couple of days, the sensation of something in his eye went away. #healthcare

Early this morning I broke the nail of my right middle finger. About three hours later, I broke the nail of my left middle finger. I knew both were band signs when they happened. The day did not improve since.

So. I just opened a blank Word doc to workout what I wanted to put into a card before committing to it in ink. There's a new little icon on the page and the bubble said "Draft with COPILOT" so I clicked it to see what it was.

With literally minutes left in his presidency, Joe Biden has granted clemency to Leonard Peltier

I watched just long enough to see if it really happened or not. I was hoping for some elaborate sting operation to make itself known. It didn't. They just marched along like everything is normal and this is all fine.

I hate this timeline.

I'm supposed be writing one book and critiquing another but the energy of this week is so frazzled I'm finding it hard to focus properly on either. I mean. I'm getting it done, but it doesn't feel as good as it usually does to be in these fictional worlds.

I have been so consumed by that Vulture article that my ADHD has been a little more out of control in the last 48 hours than it's been in weeks. And my mood has been dark and snappish. I don't want any of this.

Okay, time to get back to my new fantasy world where the monsters look like monsters... for the most part. #writing #wip

I'm really going to have to get back into the habit of posting on a site like this again.

Okay. I'm here. This feels oddly deja vu like.