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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.