Of Mullets and Mourning

13,060 Days Alive

Today was a difficult day for me. So this afternoon I got a hair cut. The guy, Mike M., gave me a very stylish mullet.

I’ll be honest, I kind of hate it. But it’s just hair. It was an attempt to appease the mental health gods to avoid a breakdown. We’ll see if it works.

I’ve started sketching again. I’m still not writing, but at least I am sketching. Drawing is fun. I even have oodles of pens to choose from.

But gods am I exhausted. And my hand hurts.

I’m going to bed.

Take your meds, folks.

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