WriterRaven

Have you heard about the sculptor who uses unusual materials to make statues of ancient deities?

He couldn't attend the latest exhibition with a frozen butter Zeus like he promised, so he sends his Apollo cheese.

I wish the video game/anime/etc trope of defeating the bad parts of you in combat to stop them controlling your life could happen IRL. I wish to punt my brain weasels into submission alongside a band of plucky adventurers.

Maybe that would let me do things without agonising over every tiny little thing again. That'd be nice.

(And it'd be okay if the plucky adventurers forgot about me until they needed something. I don't gotta tag along with them. Too much else to do.)

I made it out to the gym today.

Maybe next time I'll go inside and talk to people.

Donut time, it's donut time,
Hey everybody it's donut time~

There are 21 in this batch, so I'm thinking seven with cinnamon sugar, seven with chocolate and strawberry icing, and maybe keep the last seven plain to have with a bit of ice cream as a dessert.

to the tune of Camptown Races (or Alestorm's 'The Captain Morgan Jogging Song' 'cause it scans better)

🎵 I wake up with anxiety, doodah, doodah
I live with my anxiety, all the doodah day
Panic mode all night
Panic mode all day
Depression and anxiety, all the doodah day 🎵

Thanks, me. Really needed to invent that this morning.