Sometimes living in NYC can be magic. Tonight I spent the evening in a penthouse in Brooklyn at a private jazz concert. Didn’t know anyone. Danced anyway.

It’s Tuesday night. Go have a badass dance party in your living room. Pants optional. Funk mandatory.

Honestly, the best part of editing is the video calls to collaborate on how to make stuff even better in the revisions.

Go do something nice for yourself. Purely for yourself. Something nourishing or silly or comforting — whatever. Do something right tf now.

For me, first cider donut of the season.

I have inadvertently discovered that large weather fronts give me headaches. This is new. I don't like it. I would like a different super power plz.

Finally, I'm up and running. Rebuilding. :::tapping mic::: Is this thing on? ::horrible squeals of feedback and the dying:::