1. I should talk about the arrival of Valencia, who now holds my continues. But I’m distracted by PTSD blindsiding me and by needing to make up work when it’s stopped…-ish.

2. I need to talk about the arrival of Flat Cow, who led me to a rainbow chute out of a nightmare before I even met him/her (ze hasn’t decided, but is sure it’s one way or the other). See point #1.

3. I need to talk about my last two bartender sessions, but see previous points.

4. I need to write reviews, see previous points.

5. Mornings have turned into constant PTSD checks. I need to restart the Tumblr, but… see previous points.

6. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU—