I had this dream–WAIT DON’T LEAVE, I’M TALKING, DAMMIT–that there were lots of lions and tigers and jaguars in my house, and they were playing nice with my dogs, but i was afraid it–SERIOUSLY THERE IS A POINT, I’M NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT JUST TELLS YOU DREAMS FOR NO EFFING REASON–wouldn’t last, and so i was trying to find ways to segregate and rehome and otherwise care for these random big-ass cats, but all my friends kept coming over and asking me questions and wanting me to look at stuff.
That stress dream was sort of like my subconscious clearing its throat. I’ve been getting increasingly stressed out lately, and i’ve also been increasingly doing social activity instead of staying home 1) taking care of my dogs and 2) doing stuff that i need to do to feel like a whole and useful human bean.
So first, art:
And after a bunch of art, then i made food. Non-dairy food, because i’m a lactard and i shouldn’t be eating dairy–SERIOUSLY ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION, MY MEDICAL ISSUES ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT AS MY DREAMS–and i am weak waaay too often because goddamn do i love me some cheese. But this had no cheese, and it was still–HEY GET BACK HERE I’M ALMOST DONE–seriously delicious.
And that was January 26, 2014.
Oh, wait, WAIT! One thing from January 25 that is the same as January 26 is this, so i’ll show you it last: