DAY 33 OF CHEMO — 4/13/2026 A GoFundMe Series: gofund.me/d053ee11d The new chemo drugs are stronger and have more prominent side effects. However, she has eaten a few ounces every day and kept them down. In an effort to boost this GoFundMe — How We Got Here: substack.com/@cognitivedi...

I want to cut my hair super short again. Trouble is the difference between daily maintenance favors short, but it still takes keeping it trimmed because I always hate the betweens, and I'm way too good at falling outside if time and ending up in "mad scientist" floof.

I've spent a lot of today crying about wonderful human moments regarding Artemis 2. I've needed the good. Everything is too much, but humans have been humans for a very long time, and still are, & there's a special kind of joy in that, even before you get to the family photo of everyone on Earth.

Hey gang, from today until April 30th, Juniper Books is gonna be donating a portion of sales of the fancy Sworn Soldier editions to Trans Lifeline!

“He knew more about cartoons than you or I ever will (trust me on this) yet he was incredibly generous with his time and his talent. And my God, could he make you laugh! When it comes to humor, it takes a special kind of genuis to be both dry and warm. Barry was both" deadline.com/2026/03/barr...

I exist. I am restless despite the tired. I have a thing to keep writing. I have doubts about its suitability for the thing that initiated the thought process, but I'm halfway through and now I need to find out how it ends.

Someday I'll have the money to order one of these. Until then, I can at least share how adorable they are and hope more people who need them jump in.

I have a chance to write something. I can almost see the shape of it, I just need to make the words go. But the weather is weathering at my brain maliciously. I can see how to use that story-wise, but it's still frustrating when my daily vocab goes brainfog error and I have to dig up other words.

I've had an absolute blast getting to be part of this show, and I'm impossibly grateful to get to play along. 😁

🥹🥹🥹 im so honored to be someone's first introduction to horror novels omg #booksky

You could say that Rock n Roll was born 111 years ago today in Arkansas, but probably not where you'd think. Before there was a Chuck Berry or Little Richard, there was those who wanted to be like her. Rosetta Nubin better known as Sister Rosetta Tharpe, the godmother of Rock was born on this day

Season 1 finale live listen party on Youtube tomorrow morning! It's going to be fun! 😁 JOIN US!! And help us demand more episodes!

As promised, fun facts start now! I'll be updating this periodically, so be sure to check back for more! 🧵

Happy Birthday to Sister Rosetta Tharpe, and a massive thank you to her for inventing rock and roll She was born on March 20th, 1915

Please soothe your soul with this footage of an enraged muppet being treated at the wild muppet center.

The Season Finale! (bom bom BOMMM!!)

Borrowing a tradition from our friends at @breathingxspace.bsky.social, for every like and repost this gets, we'll share a fun fact from behind the scenes of season 1!

LET'S GOOOOO pls back this kickstarter so i can be a tired black nonbinary in a fictional world and not just in the real world #podcast #audiodrama #podsky

I had no idea that my day absolutely needed this, and I'm glad Ink Radio was able to correct that. 💖

THE FROGS ARE SINGING IN THE MARSH AND POND DOWN THE WAY!! I CAN HEAR FROGSONG WITH THE WINDOWS CLOSED!! IT IS SPRING! IT IS SPRING!

Grief is a strange, squidgy sort of thing. It's been more than two weeks now and it still hasn't sunk in? It still both makes sense and doesn't make sense. My time has been occupied with other, smaller, closer griefs, like chronic illness and moral lines and *waves vaguely* everything.

Gods I'm tired. There are reasons for panic, and reasons for anger, and I'm just toast. I can't join the panic, I can't join the rage, all I have right now is pattern recognition and deep sadness, sorry, out of HP and MP with an empty inventory. I'll be here staring at the wall if you need me.

Join us! I hear it's a good one. 😉

Have you ever found yourself watching the Winter Olympics and thinking, "this is great, but I wonder what it would be like if everything were boxes?" Well, wonder no more! Episode 7, Kensgiving, is here for you. www.podbean.com/eas/pb-fc338...

This is a perfect example of "I saw a thing that I could do and I started doing it"

I have things I need to do, errands I need to run. I do not have the energy to do so. I've done enough fatigue flares by now that I know this is just How It Goes and I'm at the whiny stage so I probably have another two weeks of stay down. But dangit I have stuff I need to doooooooooo

Better late than never: episode 6, Night of the Living Jude, is here! Misophonia warning: coughing, sneezing, sniffling, and other gross flu sounds, please see transcript for details. www.podbean.com/ew/pb-kxt6h-...

I just thought everyone should see this

Lil' comic about hope and longing 💗

I was in the hospital last night (fun!), so i need to pay for the emergency room. NEW text emotes, and a sale on all my emote commissions, AND premade emote bundles! Id be so grateful if you checked them out! 🙏 Thank you!

“may your grandkids race to change their names” is actually an incredible curse we should all start adding to our repertoire it’s gonna be true of a lot of these people

I've gone quiet again. It's not that I intended to, and it's definitely not that I don't care or am not paying attention. It's just that I ran face-first into all the fatigue I put off for half a year and no longer can delay. Words get difficult, time is always difficult but gets worse. Tiiired.

It's a shame more white men over 35 aren't yelling at them then. Get to work.

Triumphant fanfare and joy, it is time to RETURN TO THE STORE!!!

hey so this is blatant false information punishing people for doing the right thing. no, it was not a "grabber". it was a reputable survey site that discord has used previously for limited surveys. nothing can """grab""" information if you dont provide it, which an anonymous survey didnt ask for.

Exhaustion does odd things to a mind. I simultaneously want to beg for help, and also have no idea how someone COULD help considering the factors in play that make the necessary tasks my job to get done. I can do this, I will do this. I'm just so tired. Doing tasks slowly is better than nothing.

The new year starts with working on the tasks I put off during the between times. 😅 So it goes, but at least I caught a tiny bit of the actual rest I need. Have needed. Continue to need more of. But tasks.

I did a lot this year. I performed the wedding of a kid whose diapers I changed. I helped my mom recover from surgery. I auditioned as a voice actor for the first time, ✨AND THEY MADE SPACE FOR ME✨. I know there was more, but it's difficult to remember from here. I survived. That's a good start.

And just like that, I've accidentally fallen outside of time again. Honestly, having such an accidentally regular diurnal-oriented wake cycle was starting to get weird and uncomfy anyway, plus I still have rest to catch up on that I've put off too long already, and it's starting to ✨show✨.

Blanket censoring the word “gambling” is literally a pro gambling move. Gambling platforms avoid the word for obvious reasons, so YouTube eliminating its use under the pretense of combating gambling is the best fucking cover a gambling platform could ask for. It’s pretty disgusting.

oh hey im in one of these! (an essay in the anthology Athlete is Agender)

Bring this energy with you int 2026 (yes this is a threat)

Today we have our gather. I have a terrible holiday shirt, I have the only gift I can afford to bring this year, and I have the incredible luck to be loved by a bunch of wonderful people. I know we're early for things, but I hope that if you holiday, yours is warm and wonderful too. 💖

I'm very nearly done with my terrible holiday top for the family gather. I'm very nearly done reading the book I'm on. I'm very nearly able to evict my old dresser and replace it with a shelf. Painfully near. AND YET. Ah well, at least I only woke up a few minutes before my alarm today.

Morning, all. I once again find myself wanting tattoos I can't afford. I'm going to go drink some coffee about it.

Awake before alarm again, while the rest of the house is asleep and coffee is beyond my grasp. Today I think I'm going to start on letting go of some of my books in the hopes of the rest of them finally fitting on the shelves. Which is not a happy thought, but I need the space. Wish me luck?

Morning, all. I hope it's a good one. I got very little done yesterday, I sort of just stared at the tasks and bluescreened about how to start, and then eventually got distracted. Fingers crossed it will go a little better today.

Awake before my alarm again. It is DEEPLY weird to be this chronologically consistent for this long already, but then add in that it's Normal People Hours?! Have I irritated the embodiment of time again, or maybe finally stopped doing so?

It's time for me to be up and doing, but somehow we've lucked into having an actual winter around here this year and what I really want to do is make a whole thermos of tea and hide under a heap of quilts with at least one book. Bothersome reality, interrupting a perfect day to be cozy.