Damn depression hamsters are back. Or are they squirrels? Whatever they are, they're back with Loud Voices and I'd really prefer if they'd Fuck Right Off.
This morning at the farmers market, I got to pet an alligator and hand-feed a butterfly that was in my hand. In My HAND people. It was overwhelmingly beautiful, so of course this bitch started crying; guess I can cross "crying in public" off my list of What Not To Do In Public.
Fuck the rest of this day, though.
Well, okay; fuck the results of a fine day as seen through my damn head.
I'm off to finish Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (Ransom Riggs), which just happens to be fantastically brilliant and utterly entrancing.
With love and squalor,
Esme
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