Well, I didn't get raptured. Apparently next the witches and infidels are consumed by feral cannibals or something? I didn't read most of the Bible. That's from AHS: Apocalypse.

#Punks not dead, it's just middle aged. There are riot grrrl 7' records in the stacks and a certain fuck this I'm DIYing rug doctor attitude. Cat mess? I've got this. I think it's interesting how some #punk sensibilities continue even into discreetly charming bourgeois as I age.

Now that my techno sphere is all connected, I get the most niche ads. Makeup for women of a certain age. A video game where Ellen decorates gardens. Creapy arm skin treatments. Amusing.

In my Helen Lawson stage, learning to roll with the punches.

Now that I will never sleep again, I suppose I will be on pointe for therapy early tomorrow morning. I'm terrified.

That was deffinitely a gunshot.

You know who has an actual real life heartbeat at six weeks? The mother.

I have a poem, 'Chelsea Motel #5,' in this anthology of writing, art and poetry inspired by Leonard Cohen.

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My new book is out in paperback. Angelina at the Serrano. amazon.com/dp/8119654374?…

A Prayer for Apple, by Andrea Lambert open.substack.com/pub/andrealamb…

I'm so out of here.

Well, luckily I am not experiencing any withdrawals yet, and if I do die, I'll miss the Trump bloodbath. Either way, X is a fucked up platform, and I'm headed back to (redacted).

I'm scared.

Wha wha wha wha....?

Watching NCIS again. I'm unsurprisingly squeamish about the autopsy scenes.

I filmed the morning to see if I could get any good Klonopin withdrawal footage, but nothing really happened. File that under documentaries I might make later but perhaps not.

I never thought that aspect ratio would become such an important issue to me.

Oh that’s right, Ides of March. Well, I have no local friends, only one far away. Now, as for the locals and their guns, however….

As for the trust between me and denizens of the world outside, that was gone years ago. In this state, especially.

I am maintaining composure because I had the presence of mind to taper my anti anxiety meds and take one at dinner, but I am off my PTSD meds. This gunshot is unacceptable.