No, I really am. It’s okay.
You know that feeling where the self-loathing and frustration and anger and hurt all just pile up reeeeeeeally slowly, so slowly that you can’t always tell it’s happening until some … Continue reading
Talking to other humans, eep.
And I agree with him. Making phone calls is terrifying and a leetle bit panic-inducing and nauseated-making. In fact, my most hated part of my job is the phone calls … Continue reading
Leeetle format change on this one. Canvas is easier to not set on fire.
You know that moment where you want to work with encaustic but you don’t have terribly good melting supplies and you can’t find your tjanting tool, but it’s not worth … Continue reading
A promissory note.
I didn’t get cartoons scanned last night because my car was dead, so first I waited for roadside assistance and then I had to go to NTB and then they … Continue reading
I’m better than my brain wants me to be.
September is mental health month/recovery month. Of course, for some of us — lots of us — every day is about mental health and recovery, or trying to get somewhere … Continue reading
SPRINKLES.
Seriously, y’all, my favourite thing about all of the yogurt-by-weight places is that I can get as many kind of sprinkles as I want/they have and they don’t charge extra. … Continue reading
Happy 5774! (Or, y’know, random day of 2013, if you’re all Gregorian and shit.)
‘All Gregorian And Shit’ is my new band name. So if you haven’t spent the last day or so eating brisket and tsimmes and challah with honey and apples with … Continue reading
Ewww, greasy otter. Wait, does that sound like a euphemism?
Greasy pixie otter wants a hug! New euphemism Wednesday w00t! (That’s not a thing. Yet.) Sorry, A, for turning your pain into a cartoon, and also for calling you Snape. … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 