Tell me places I should go.
Should know.
Last night I wanted to dream of gnomes.
The garden variety.
Fat little things with cones for caps.
As a kid I watched David The Gnome. But like everything I remember it differently.
There's still a hare in the wood of my bedroom. He's looking out the window, at the bird who keeps trying to fly in through the glass.
I'm trying to lean into my crazy. Talk openly about spells, magic, witchcraft, fairies, and now gnomes.
Once had a t-shirt that say, "I love hanging with my gnomies," for no particular reason.
Always love a good play on words.
In Florida, I had an artist tattoo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Life on my finger, instead of Thug Life.
A few weeks ago I drove by the tattoo shop in San Diego where I had my Do Hard Things and Always Frolic hand tattoos done. Considered stopping in to get something random, then realized I'm a very different person.
At least I hope I am. I'm trying to be. One day at a time. One consideration.
There's still some programming I'm trying to remove. It's faulty. But the wires get crossed when I start poking around at it and zaps me. But at least I finally found a flashlight to help see.
Dora sleeping between my knees. Her and I let out a good long howl on the car ride home today. Expanding the full lungs and sending it into the skies above.
There's such a thing as mismelody.
My eyelids are heavy, but I'll fight it out. Reminds me of being a child, not wanting to sleep-commit.