journal

I am not a graceful creature.

Good morning, world. It’s Friday, and shit’s dark. Chaucer is in the litter box, scratching like crazy because that’s how he does things. Pippin is watching the morning commute of people leaving TinyTown. We have coffee. Yesterday was essentially a repeat of Wednesday. I made a mini photo shoot, but wasn’t feeling it. My original…

I thought it was foggy outside but it’s just the steam from the shower.