I'm gonna make a zine. I don't know shit about zines or zine culture, but fuck it. Let's pass notes like it's 1999 and we're bored in class. There are no rules anymore.

Seven out of eight of our cats are sick with some kind of upper respiratory crud. Our vet says a lot of other closed-system cat households are also experiencing serious respiratory illness. No raw food involved. I also came down with bronchitis about the same time as the cats. What's going on?

I'm dreaming of raccoons again. This time they were the focus of my dreams rather than background players. *WHAT DOES IT MEAN?*

Currently making life worth living: learning sashiko. It's so satisfyingly fiddly, I LOVE IT

I had dreams last night about minor inconveniences, but the only part I vividly remember made me classify it as a nightmare. I WAS WEARING A BRA THE ENTIRE TIME. *shudder*

“We will survive him” 30,000 disabled people died waiting for their SSDI/SSI cases to be processed in 2023 after massive SSA cuts in 2017-2021

Biden’s SSA appointee couldn’t catch up fixes

Do you want voters to survive if you’re not even wearing a mask? #CripTheVote www.nextgov.com/digital-gove...

Now THATS what I call a bone broth! #fuck-yeah-turkey-soup

Resilience is a curse

I'm drowning in despair and my only pool floaty is Civ 6.

Biscuit found a new throne.

I'm just gonna play a little Civ 6 in between chores, as a treat.
*12 hours later*
....whoops

I made some progress on my potential exit plan today. Appointments have been made.

I have now had three (3) anxiety dreams that included raccoons as brief moments of "awww" to distract from chaos. Last night there were baby raccoons and a mama. What does it mean??