I am in bed attempting to rest and/or sleep like a good girl.

Intrusive thoughts are being valiantly ignored.

Laying awake with a splitting headache is like a kind of sleep right?

Advil is finally kicking in, at least...

Chuckya handles emoji reactions pretty well, but it doesn't solve my biggest problem with them:

"Fuck all my friends are on vanilla Mastodon instances!"

Not wild that I'm so bitter and angry tonight. Probably need to get some dang sleep.

In happier news, I have an opportunity for a moon shot, might not be big big but it's at least big that I feel confident about my ability to pull it off, with a little bit of luck.

reposting it here so I can pin it:

you can determine my mood with a shocking degree of accuracy by whether i bother to capitalize my sentences and use punctuation

except for "i" because phone autocorrect
and sometimes it just means i'm tired  

but it's usually an intentional signal

Introduction? Definitionally, if you don't know me, this account is of no use to you, why does it need an introduction?  

This isn't a private account, it's a personal account. There's no dark secrets or privileged information here. Stuff about my life goes on this account, shitposts and neat stuff I make goes on the other account.

empty, and become wind