Joining Sarah and Vashti in attempting to write 10 observations a week based off an assignment by poet Mary Howe.
9/19/2024: At the office there are two settings: absolutely no cake, and way too much fucking cake. The cake situation is out of control.
The moon was big as fuck last night.
A youtube video taught me how to visualize hypercubes and now I can't stop drawing them.
9/18/2024: She may be an Imperfect Angel but Mariah's Memoirs is a Perfect Record.
9/16/2024: There's a cricket in the office today. The sound is bugging everyone but I don't think I really mind. Still, I would like to go home.
9/12/2024: I'm cranky!
9/11/2024: When I was insecure not too long ago I would take hundreds of photos of myself every single day from every single angle and hate every single one. Now that I feel confident I hardly take any pictures at all.
9/9/2024: I did not hit my goal of 10 observations in a week. I don't care very much. I'm going to still keep doing them.
9/6/2024: Feel bored, antsy, and directionless. Not existentially, just today.
9/5/2024: There are sometimes days where I need the whole 8 hours to keep up with work and get everything done. However, there is never a week where the full 40 hours are necessary. Yet I must be here.
9/4/2024: I may have blown it out of proportion.
9/2/2024: There was suposed to be a parade this morning and it rained. This is hilarious to me.
9/1/2024: Everyone was at the park today. It was like a Nickelodeon Worldwide Day of Play.