Don’t call it a comeback.

I have two separate Random drafts, the oldest one dating back to October 2020. Now it’s October 2024.

I’m snagging bits from each and putting them here. Red thinks Random should be revived. That’s a lot of Rs. Alliteration has always made me happy.

It’s funny because I logged in looking for something I’d written, and I got to reading other things, and here I am. I haven’t posted since October. I don’t know if I’ll post again. I don’t know if anyone will even read it. But I felt compelled.

Still would rather not work at all at this point.

I need a nap. Typical.

I need to copy everything off this blog and shut it down. I don’t know the best way to do that really.

I can’t believe you’re even still reading this. You’re probably not. You’ve probably wandered off by now.

I actually meant to say remembrance card.

Mesmerism!

I really am not terribly fond of this linen yarn. Maybe it’ll soften up upon blocking. Actually I don’t love the cotton either. How did I end up with this combination??

Can I Random without being political?

I should be focusing on the substack, not this. *ahem*

Perimenopause is a bitch from hell.

I wasn’t *that* full of bourbon. I only had the one. It was beautiful though.

“He lacked a vocabulary with which to communicate the paranormal features of mesmeric cure.”

There’s a gorram fly in here.

The Geekery is in desperate need of a dust rag.

Oh. Then I guess I did know that already. Always second guessing myself. I should stop that.

Collywobble. Cobweb.

“… cult of the power of positive thinking[!]”

Oooh I learned a new word!

I so love waking up with a migraine that just hangs around my frontal lobe all frigging day.

ARGGGHHHHH WHYYYYYYYY I just got this sweatshirt this year, dammit!

I, myself, would very much like to mastermind a financial coup …

297 days in a row.

My my would you look at the time.

Here we go I guess.