Every 30 minutes comes way sooner than I had imagined.

It took three days for mum to complain about Pride to me.

This is a world I desire to leave.

I dream about camp quite often. They would not be good dreams, but for the people there.

So, friends, in my mind you make existing in somewhat hellish landscapes worthwhile.

I wanna be able to be horny.

Noticed a few days ago I was about to take the wrong meds. Based on amounts left, it was far from the first time.

I doubt this is why depression's been steamrolling me lately, but it probably hasn't helped.

I am wholly unprepared for life.

Finding matching antique hardware has been the most excited I've felt lately. Like, after months of casually searching, finding that exact piece that completes (or mostly completes) a set has been such a high that it's mildly concerning that the most exciting thing in life has been.. shopping.

I got a spot for Feral this year, and I feel so disconnected that I wonder what I'm even doing with it.

I am perpetually mistyping 'Zimbardo' as 'Zombardo', and if that isn't a movie yet, I want it to be made.

I really shouldn't be surprised by the focuses of academic articles on furries, but here we are.

One of my classes had us all do the two-truths one-lie activity, and apparently it's far more believable that I've been on stage with Zac Efron than that I've kayaked in a fursuit.

New site, new profile, new school.
Yeah, first day of college. Again. I'm kind of excited, and kind of what am I getting myself into.