For dinner I had the rest of the stifry and some sour cucumber fish thyme soup. Around that evening I watched a few episodes of Rick and Morty. I know it’s not the intended vibe, but I always get a cozy encapsulated feeling. I really do feel like a fly on the wall of this self-consistent, delightful, dark universe. Far later I condensed my speech notes, but they’re still not on index cards yet.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391