Feeling a little sickly. Probably just the humidity weighing in. Nausea. Unsettling. Much sadness in Miramichi. Also weighing in. Weighing me down.
Last night I dreamed of dogs and farms and tornados and grandparents. Exhausting. I woke to bees and other bugs. Ate a black plum and granola bar.
Paralyzed with a side stitch earlier. Need to breathe deeper to prevent.
Money fairy dropped by. Twenty here, twenty there.
It’s a Rock Star night.
Listening To: lawnmower man. what else is there?
Hair: not at all flattering