Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

The first time I ever saw Jack as a puppy, I could never unsee it. He's a fucking beanie baby. xP

Yes, @mawr , this is going in the final piece. xP

As it sits in that I'm actually living in Oregon, a part of me feels like I can breathe again. There was something I was starting to find suffocating about living in Seattle. Something was telling me to give it a longer break than just a few days.

I'm glad I made this decision, sudden as it may be. I'm already feeling better mentally and emotionally because of it.

2 out of 5 @mawr plushes complete! Working on adding detail to the background.

I find it hilarious and downright amusing that the Oregon capitol's rotunda is basically a giant soup can.

Holy shit. The vibe I got crossing the Columbia into Portland hit me like a shockwave. I'm actually living here now... It's a boost of energy I didn't know I needed.

It's official. As short of a notice it may be, I'm taking off to Portland the day after tomorrow and I'll most likely be down there until July.

Thinking back to last week when Koko had to have fluids delivered via IV and she had a large lump on her back. The vet stated she had a "Jiggle of fluids."

Can that be an official unit of measurement? A medium size dog requires one jiggle of fluids to avoid dehydration. Whereas a great dane would probably require around three or four jiggles.

I'm done... I gotta stop at this point or it will be too late. Not another cigarette. I went through a rough patch, yes, but it's over and done with. No more....NO...MORE!!

Coloring the inked and shaded centerpiece ✨plush✨in a commission for @mawr !

So on the journalism side of things, there's a possibility I might be making my way down to Portland for a good amount of time. Wouldn't mind the change of scenery. It also allows me to work more closely with some of my comrades down there.

With the curtains up and the sun down. I picture Koko and I drifting through the stars in our own little spaceship. The controls for my personal Serenity on autopilot. The interior is the only thing in existence at this very moment. The outside is whatever I imagine it to be.

I'm not trapped in a labyrinth with a minotaur. The minotaur is trapped in the labyrinth with me. It won't even have time to react when I grab it by the horns and twist its head off with enough fury, force, and determination to make the devil shit his pants.

Maybe this sense of fearlessness is because I have one resource not everyone working a full time job has.

Time.

I have a lot of time for me to do what I want to do and finally have the energy and tools to do it. I've spent too much time fucking around with a system I don't fit into, and I'm finally breaking free. Setting out to accomplish my goals.

$8 in my checking account... Enough food to last Koko and I for about a month. I only have enough gas to drive to one destination and stay put for however long it takes to finally get commissions off the ground, otherwise I'm staying in Ballard.

Oddly, as stressed as I should be about all this, I feel a sense of calm. An eye of the storm I should say. Of course, the last thing I should do is panic.

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