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Something is definitely up with awoo; I'm not getting everyone's replies to things in the webclient. I've reloaded and even killed the browser (Firefox). I'm not sure what's up, but I swear I'm here.

The yard is really just an ongoing life task as I get time, not really anything that has to happen on a deadline. Taking a week off to relax and enjoy myself is a legitimate use of my time and I can get back to the weeding next weekend.

Okay. At this point, I'm officially behind on a few things, but a note on my Patreon saying the monthly story is going to be a week late should be okay. I spent the time on a CLAW submission that will be a bonus post if it's not accepted, and a big of magical essay work that may go up once it's been edited for public consumption. So, it's not like I did no work this month. I just can't show it yet. And I have the story idea done. I just need to compose it. Porn.

It's pretty amazing what a bowl-and-a-half of Sour Diesel, Ben and Jerry's Delivery, and eleven hours of sleep can do for my mood.

no more buni tonight. Sleepy buni.

Two Spoops of Rinsins.

I want to put on pants and walk to the store for ice cream, but it's so very far away. My pants, I mean. They.

No, officer, I am not... a rabbit.

Shit, I blew it.

🐰

bunI!

I Deserve... Today™.

Today was the first round of writing critiques in months with my old RAWR group. That felt incredibly validating and positive, both in the help I can offer and in the feedback I got in return. Now I just have to apply the edits, but after two busy days, I really need some downtime.

Tonight, I discovered that dutch ovens can be used as deep fryers.

I used it to make homemade onion rings, chicken tenders, beer-battered bacon, and sharp provolone wrapped in eggroll skins.

I should perhaps not be trusted with this power.

Tonight was glorious. Full write-up as and when I have time. Ritual of belonging successful, I hope. Signs point to positive at least. We had team shirts made, I invented multiple new foodcrimes, I got to share a kitchen with somebody who made smashburgers, another friend bought unusual sodas, and Amphora set up a hookah for us. Somebody left the hippo alone with the bowl, and now I am pleasantly cruising at an altitude of several million kilometers. It was a good day.

Digestion of iron. You do the shit you need to do even when doing it makes you feel worse in the moment, because you feel better for having done it. There's no joy in the doing, only in the having done, but you can't get the joy of having done without doing. Hydrate. Eat your veggies. Get a walk. The mind is what the brain does, and the brain is an organ and needs to be treated as such.

Tired. Sore. Exhausted. Better.

I am the hammer and the billet.
I am the bath and the quench.
I am the bellows and the breath.
I am the furnace and the flame.

I am the the foundry and the caster.
I am the the forge and the smith.