My guts are just killing me. I think I’m going to take it easy tomorrow.
2 in the morning. Another 5 hours of my work week left and then I’m going to go home and crash like a Lalique vase shoved off a shelf by a cat.
grinding
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Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!