Of Hyper-fixations and Hot Dogs

14,630 Days Alive

2 Chicago Style Hot Dogs Eaten

1 Project in the Pipeline

I am trying to pry my brain away from this whole “homelessness is a reality and unhoused is not a nice word” piece I want to write. It’s not going well. I am absolutely hyper-fixated on it.

I need time to figure out what I want to convey with this project. I’m not sure, other than homelessness is an uncomfortable reality of late-stage capitalism in the US and no amount of vocabulary words is going to make it less a real thing or more palatable to the financially stable.

I am actively bothering myself with this fixation. I might be on the outskirts of a minor manic episode? Uncertain, but will continue to monitor.

Dinner didn’t go as planned. We ended up getting Portillo’s for dinner. Freaking love Chicago dogs. Mmmm!

I’m going to go read the copy of The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches that I was gifted by Tina this past holiday season, I think.

Take your meds, folks.