14,024 Days Alive
Today was a day of many little frustrations. I woke up late again, because I had trouble sleeping. I don’t care what TikTok says, I’m not drinking lettuce water to get some rest. I’ve tried some kooky things but I’m not doing that. Don’t care how soporific the effect is.
Regardless, work was a bunch of little worries all snowballing into a massive issue. There’s a project I’ve been working on since last week that’s due tomorrow and I’ve really been struggling with it.
It it’s all good. I will figure it out. All will be well.
In other news, I’m writing again. I’ve got almost four chapters written on a fic that’s working titled Crows at the Crossroads. It’s a Harry Potter fanfic and to bite my thumb at J.K. Rowing, and her TERF-y ways (trans exclusionary radical feminist, someone who doesn’t “believe” in transpeople as being a part of the intersectional feminist and/or queer umbrella), I’m gaying up the canon and writing Severus Snape’s redemption arch. With a queer original character because I’m self-soothing on this. Mary Sue, self insert, AU (altered universe) fanfic where Harry Potter gets a chosen family that loves and cares for him. Because of Reasons.
Anyway, it’s bedtime for this buckaroo.
Take your meds, folks!
Postmark Wonderland 