Pick at this …

Tunapoo or Duck?

Yankee or help?

I don’t know if it’s the book Joanne got me about forever chemicals poisoning water supplies or the second straight Indian dinner, but last night, I dreamed I was pregnant.

The baby was growing in my arm. I had gas, and I was anxious about from where/how the baby would get out.

Read Thomas Jefferson was friends with DuPont. Thus roots of polluters influencing American policies.

As the press explained the US invasion, “dense, sticky and heavy: why Venezuelan crude oil appeals to US refineries.” Fly ash.

Scal and Drew made me turn on the Cs.
Brick and Jack made me turn on the Bs.
Harry Enten may make me turn on news.

Neighbors had a costume party the week before Halloween.
But the cars parked out front say they’ll all go as Joneses.

So much uptalking. Superexcited about journaling. Next level, man.

At a certain point, you become too old to fight to save yourself, then too old to run, then too old to reason.

Stretched out on my bed like Vitruvian man.