We now have an indicted criminal out of control landfill fire leading our nation. I may need to go on another anti-depressant that will allow me to tolerate a stronger dose because I don’t think the citalopram is working right now.
I’m in the middle of my web comics reading right now trying to stave off the growing darkness with humor, but I’m having slight luck at the moment. I spent hours doodling the new frame for the Mid-engined T Bucket, with no change in outlook. I strongly fear the trust my parents left was wiped out in the market crash this morning. So my creative juices are pretty much gone with my economic security. I might summon the energy to go for a walk this evening, or I might not. I really need something to improve my mood.
I feel like Eeyore today.
PSA Opus the Poet
Witch on a Bicycle 