Hello everyone.
So far all I've got is that the girl in the hoodie and the Vans is a robot. Sometimes I feel like a 12 year old boy.
Hey Roland, try this: I've been carrying my Dad's pocket knife with me since he died. It's not much, but there's comfort in it, and it's even come in handy. Also, you could write about it. You'd certainly have a rapt audience here reading your words.
No Talia day. I am slowly daring myself to get my sh1t together and try to write a novel, and today I'm gonna try to sketch it out on art paper. It should be fun! The cats may help. And I can watch the Mets lose to Elisabeth's Nats TWICE as I write and draw.
LOTS of coffee and some SACs (Sara's Amazing Cookies). Give that lil monkey a hug.







