I don’t really think we need to go into much detail concerning the Election. Nor do I really want to. Fact is, it happened. The outcome was what it was. And here we are now. A lot of people are still processing. A lot of people are very, very unhappy. A lot of people are… Continue reading Hanging in There
Under Pressure
I did actually end up buying a weighted blanket. Mostly for anxiety reasons. It’s currently tied with the plushie backpack as Best Purchase of 2024. … Soooo, how are we all feeling? Are we good? Anxious? Ready to get this whole thing over with? Me too. Believe me. I feel like I missed out on… Continue reading Under Pressure
Ranch Dressing and Election Anxiety
…hooooooooo boy. At this point, my anxiety has taken up permanent residence in my stomach and probably won’t let up until November. And Election Day’s still two weeks away. How am I going to manage it? Good question. I don’t know. I do know that I am way more tired than usual – at the… Continue reading Ranch Dressing and Election Anxiety
Full-Bodied Anxiety
…is this TMI? It might be TMI. But it’s true. When my body hits a certain threshold of anxiety, it is ALL SYSTEMS GO. And by go, I mean going straight to the bathroom. Fact of the matter is, I’ve been sitting at that certain threshold for most of the month of October (GEE I… Continue reading Full-Bodied Anxiety
Back for Fall
And with this, I have officially drawn more comics in the month of September than any previous month! Woo! …yes, I know it’s only 4. And that it’s the end of September. But it still counts!
What’s My Age Again?
*cough* I may or may not have developed a fascination with plushie backpacks – I don’t know why; I blame the autism. This fascination may or may not have developed into a deep need into one. And I may or may not have already bought one. And the desire for another because all the designs… Continue reading What’s My Age Again?
That Gen Z Slang
What better way to celebrate my birthday than reminding myself of just how old I am. And for the record – no, I don’t know what this means either. Again, I’m old now. And I don’t understand the youth.
A Desire Deferred
…yeah. I’ve realized that what happened in February to this blog is still affecting me on some level. Some of it is just residual sadness/frustration that it all happened to begin with – just losing almost a decade’s worth of work. Some of it has to do with references – like, I’ll want to draw… Continue reading A Desire Deferred
The Eyes Don’t Have It
Got my eyes checked for the first time in 7 years. Surprise – my eyes have gotten worse. Especially Ol’ Righty, which is surprising, considering it was the stronger one for most of my life. This time around – nope. Compared to the left one, it was just blurry. So new glasses ahoy. (Which was… Continue reading The Eyes Don’t Have It
Chappell Roan: The Perfect Excuse
This may or may not be based on a true story. Also hi, I’m not dead. Just tired.