I wish I was high on potenuse

warm and dry early, but fall evenings are noticeable now — cooling down toward the end. hoodie weather at night is survivable 🚀 last few weeks be feeling like a slow movie about poop. digestion is trash, nausea on and off, rice again. i’m making travel kits for beadwork now cuz i can’t stand the bead clutter from broken string fest 2025 anymore. everything neat in cases, but the moment i open them it’s whatever. my hands hurt from stringing and soldering. someone be blowing up writersgroup: “do you think someone has feelings for you?” idk man. people tell me all kinds of things. they’re into me today, gone tomorrow. i’m trying not to care. someone asked “what do you do when someone is gossiping about you?” i said: omg, who gives a good hard shit? candy elle called panicked about some scheduling thing at cv. i told her i’d call whoever she needed. sometimes being the responsible is just a job you thrust on yourself. quit trusting so damn hard — said phyllis but it sounded like she chewed through a cord this morning. in response i flew a rocket out into space and said “biiiiiiitch…”