Fever dreams

Down with the sickness this weekend, updating websites I haven’t touched in far too long. I blame Rachel and Miles, who have haunted me all weekend. I even missed the poetry slam, on account of being Patient Zero for the next great epidemic. Despite all my sleeping, I made a thing. This isn’t it, but it turns out pens bleed if you use them on napkins, and sometimes they make cool shapes.

drawing-leftovers

Writing feels good. Making things feels better. I’d rather do that than almost anything. Except Skyrim.

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