journal

in the words of that one last from TikTok, PRODUCE THAT WHITE WOMAN.

Good morning. We’re all up and awake.  There’s a breeze outside, but it’s not bitter enough to keep Pippin from sitting on her little table by the back door.  It’s Friday.  The weekend approaches. Yesterday was rather bleh, in my opinion.  I played :jd:, but stopped after only about 30 minutes.  I didn’t feel like…

The Princess is still missing and my current theory is so absolutely insane I can’t even say it.