just caught a fruit fly in the air in my fist (peak physical performance) but when i opened my hand it just flew away (dissolution of all meaning)

locked in, gotta be cool and collected during these trying times

i made post-therapy aftercare bread aren't they sick

me shopping around to upgrade my gloves: "hmm that is Shrimp"

co-star is telling me to be gay today

time for my annual deep dive of scrutinizing every interaction i could have done differently