Torn at the moment between:

1) ecstatic there are a dragon, one and a half cannoli (that is NOT a euphemism), and a delivery order of sushi waiting for me here back at home

2) fucking exhausted and stressed out about a FOURTH week of having to play catch-up at work due to a major life disruption

3) faintly horny, which surprises the hell out of me since my libido's been shot lately and I still have a huge headache from the flight pressure

4) just plain PISSED about the shitty luck so many of my friends and family are having, and the lack of real safety nets for them

So in summary, imagine a weary Tigress Of Babylon riding through town on a giant pretty dragoness in an ornate bondage harness, with a pastry in one glove and a laser pistol in the other, mowing down landlords, autocrats, and quite possibly my own sister-in-law.

Truly the end times are upon us, and lo, they are stripey. 🐯​