I'm tired, it's getting cold. I feel my fire gradually snuffing out for the season. I don't like the feeling. But in this moment, I'm like, "why fight it." Maybe it's not accepting cold (ha) hard truth of a seasonal change that makes me more upset than I need to be about this sort of thing.
I had my class today. Useful information, but it's about as dry as can be for a class called "clown studies."
Hello! This is me checking in to say: this is all I'm going to write today. And now, I will hit 'publish.' And then I will close my computer. Hopefully I can find something non-screen related today. A
Still doing my tarot thing. I pulled Number Zero, the Fool card today. I sat and drew the card in my journal. I skipped the next three steps in my ritual: read about my car in Finding The Fool, journa
I had a good, long phone call. My friend graciously listened and offered input after I gave the rundown about everything on the amorphous Clash Clown. I confided about my anxiety and impatience to see
