I don’t know what my body is doing in regards to nerves right now, but it feels eerily like someone shoved me through a meat grinder with the intent to make burger patties, changed their mind at the last minute, and then sheepishly attempted to mulch me back into a semi-human shape.
In another life, I was probably a bestselling bizarro splatterpunk writer.
I’ve been sleeping all day and I feel like I’m going to pass out again. Life is fantastic and sparkly.