i’m out of milk and i’m out of my meds but the meds are supposed to be delivered some kind of soon???   

wish i could ask them to bring milk toooo

and bleach for my hair?  which isn’t essential, but I feel like I would feel less like some kind of mountain hag if I could look in the mirror and go, ‘yes, Me, good, fuck off, hell yeah’ and not ‘oh. fat, desaturated, frizzy driftwood’

it’s fucking snowing in May so I don’t want to go outside and also pandemic and i want to be responsible with the trips I take out but I have a shit ton of cereal I now cannot eat and man the cereal was really getting me through some garbage

I think I’ve got like a tidal anxiety swelling starting.  It’s building up like some big heaving breath and then it’s gonna come in and fuck up my shoreline and flood all my crops at a bear minimum

sooo i’m gonna probably paint a doll or something in order to fortify the beaches????   and then feel bad about all the other things i’m not doing instead, because that’s how we roll