Of Dance Magic Dance and Damn

14,805 Days Alive

102 Minutes of Labyrinth Enjoyed with Rose

$23.87 For a Large Popcorn, a Large Drink, and a Pack of Twizzlers

Okay, first things first: seeing Labyrinth in an actual movie theater with Rose was awesome! I made Rose absolutely lose her mind with laughter at the noise I made when I saw the price of a movie snack combo. Like, that’s maybe a dollar less than what it cost to feed Lucian, Brian, and I on a Taco Bell run.

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2026 Reading Challenge #1: The 13 Moons Reading Challenge

I want to read a LOT more in 2026. Why? Because I do.

Look, I get my escapism from the flaming dumpster that is the current reality in a few ways. The most prominent is absolutely the consumption of media, be it the written word, music, making or enjoying art, podcasts, and visual media (aka the television). I am chronically ill. Currently, I am carefully juggling three part-time jobs, schooling full-time as well, am writing both a queer, magical realism fiction novel and a nonfiction treatise regarding homelessness. Admittedly, I have an absolutely terrible sleep schedule and often need to meditate, breathe through waves of pain, and/or read for a few minutes to an hour waiting for medication to kick in well enough for me to sleep. Also, I just genuinely enjoy reading.

So what is the 13 Moons Reading Challenge? Read on, dear friends!

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Of Snowstorms and Surprises

14,764 Days Alive

2,619 Days of Daily Posts on Postmark Wonderland

83 +/- Kitty Years for Mr. Spock

2 Days of Snow Forecast

1 New Job Next Week

SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?

I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.

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Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola

14,756 Days Alive

2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December

Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.

I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.

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Of Black 4.0 and Bashing My Head

14,709 Days Alive

I got to drag Anish Kapoor for being a twat on my class Discussion Board post today. And thwacked my head pretty damn hard trying to reach one of Spock’s cat toys.

My head hurts and I have too much to do to stay up late. I’m going to try and read just a chapter and then head to bed.

Take your meds, folks!