Me and twin love playing multiplayer together, although these days with lots of mods.

Twin always manages to marry Krobus even though I want to, but one of the mods adds Apples so I have them move in!

About to go get another too much sleep myself, see y’all later!

Tomorrow I get up at early fucking o’clock for a doctors appointment. Tiring.

I was sick last night. Probably due to me being an idiot and overeating instead of any medical stuff.

I should drink a lot of water today. I suspect they’ll take my blood tomorrow.

My food won’t get eaten by grandmother so that was nice. There’s a guy over there that’s always there and loves me? That’s pretty sweet. I can be silly and not usually get sighed at? There’s more, but my brain is very holey tonight.

Osty is a good being, and deserves much health.

Played any good video games lately?

It’s lovely when the cat distribution system works!

Kitten fell behind me when I was sitting upright in the bathtub.

Kitten has tried walking back there again because “well mama will just dry me off its fine” cause cats are little weirdos.

I love them!

I don’t knoooooow. I can’t! They say they can!

Some people can ignore it easier.

Except for the kitchen hood fan. No one can ignore that. It’s annoying.

Even the cats hate it.

…cool. I hadn’t considered this issue yet, despite being an identical twin.

(We look different enough it probably will be fine in me and twin’s case, but others, guh)

Shoops!

If testosterone wasn’t naturally produced, it would be so heavily controlled! It’s wild what it does to a body!

I personally love doing the most chaos on the battlefield if possible!

I miss you, kenku druid who became a huge goose.

The chicken pox sucked. It itched and itched and itched. I lived in an oatmeal bath. I was a cold though. My mother got it when we got it, so she was an adult. So much worse.

Excellent. My husband’s rpg group has a druid, he’s going to recommend summoning 8 monkeys now for all situations.

My grandmother grew up during the great depression. We’re not the worst off, yet, my twin works at a grocery so we get a discount. But that shit was passed down to me. I can’t not finish food. Especially if it tastes good, my brain is just EAT NOW EAT BEFORE GONE and man. Fucks a body up.

Grody.

I still call things grody, but it’s apparently twee and shit to say now.

Yeah. I got to relax because I was released from Jury Duty on Friday, and made some chili powder and prepared to can some chili.

I hate it. I hate it so much. Just. Stupid meat husk filled with chemical problems!