Me, just now: “Why do I have 21 notes on Tumblr out of nowhere?! … oh someone found Saturn again and reblogged it, excellent, I was afraid it was a particularly intense explosion of boob bots.”
Why oh why does my brain fight me like I’m a monster trying to drag it to its doom every time I resolve to write???
I WANT to do this, why are you acting like I’m asking us to begin an unbearable chore???
And a cardinal as well?! It’s a party night for the birds.
(It’s not a mockingbird, they’re singing over each other now).