and they’re all made out of ticky tacky

and they’re all made out of ticky tacky

Hey, look! It’s Monday. The week is fresh and new and full of fucking potential.

Now, keep thinking that. Put forth that energy and manifest that shit.

You feeling it?

Yeah. Me neither.

I thought we’d shop for food yesterday, but Mom decided we had plenty of leftovers from the party and we stayed home. Brian mowed and Mom tore up a section of garden. I spent most of the morning playing with the Chromebook.

I’m definitively enjoying it. My major complaints are thinks like missing some keys on the keyboard and the lack of a sketch app that has everything I want in a single place. And honestly, I think a lot of my personal issues with could be solved with a different stylus.

I told Mom last night, everything in this area looks essentially the same, especially in each little development. It would be easy to make a handful of set house templates and just charge something wild for “house portraits”.

We have some stuff to do today. There’s a doctor’s appointment, before lunch. We need to shop for food, and if we’re feeling like it, a trip to return some sandals.

I guess I should get ready for the day.

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