Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

I promise I’m ok today. I drew this one last week — or maybe the week before, I forget.

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Much like a blanket fort day, sometimes I just want to climb inside a sleeping bag and zip it all the way up, ideally over my head too, so no one can find me and I’m just wrapped in quiet, cuddly warmth.  Since I live in Texas, I don’t actually do it; even my blanket fort tends to be more of a sheet fort, because blankets are hot and so is Houston right now.  Still, cuddly soft safety and darkness and quiet.  Swaddling is wasted on babies.

Also, I did not appreciate naps enough when I was in kindergarten.  Damn it, tiny me, take your naps to make up for all the naps you won’t get later!  I want a mat with my name on it and designated quiet time!

In not unrelated news, I’m back at the opera today and had to switch my sleep schedule to get to bed around ten so I could get up at 5:30.  I was not entirely successful.

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