I didn’t get any work done today because I was sick worried about Onyx.
I offered tuna at the gates of Fort Asshole, also known as my loveseat, and I finally heard them MOVE for the first time today, so relieved. I was panicking between thoughts that they had choked themself with the harness and of doing more traumatic damage by trying to check on them.
i feel like some shaky old person who needs their heart medication, i’m so tired from being so worried


