goodness¹, the time it flies. suddenly all the august leos are turning new ages and the recent past isn't as close as i was thinking it was. has it already been x months? it feels like the world has sprouted a new axis: which way are we turning now?

bank woes, job woes, apt woes = same-old woes. it's been a week of the crankbot™— i should have made a better attempt to keep it quiet, undercover— but i finally won a game of scrabble, leading off with a weak ties (that became wartiest), chalking up some animals (koalas & hyena), and gaining momentum to top the board with a well-placed labia. all i can do is keep finding more performance project ideas² and watch the sky break open with downpours. it tends to break eventually, right? all my unanswered questions, my reluctant patience, it collects³.