too late. damn. The cat is chewing on someting and I’m ultra-vigilent as to what the 3 fuzzzy albatroses my 3 sysiphian trials…what am I saying they are fuzzy wuzzu wittle kitties and I adore them …. but they interfere with my ART, dammit.
Managed to remove all humans from my living space (wised up or actually the universe wised me up) at age 48 so it’s only been not even a couple years.
I keep dreaming my family and my ex-now spitefully departed-spouse are yelling at me. Everything makes me want to cry…
I’m afraid to B seen in public