That is scary. Theatre is weird because sometimes it seems like people build up these little kingdoms of power. And since being weird is accepted (which is nice) it is hard to know where to draw the line. The thing that actually drives me a little nutty in theatres I have worked in is gay men who touch and say inappropriate things to women, and then absolve themselves because they are gay. I don't know that young men today do it as much, but some of the men my age and older still do it with college age girls and I hate it.

Very pleased with how the mushroom skulls turned out.

Also, made myself a Nasty Woman (the drink, I think from msbelle's post on Facebook? Someone's). Likin' it. Last night I read a short story in which Granny Weatherwax tries to be Nice, kinda put me in the mood, I guess.

I've been trying to catch up in Bitches. I'm still waaay behind, but the Neko Atsume stuff is amusing me.

not my post, someone else.

I was gonna do stuff this afternoon, but I am falling asleep. Maybe I just go to bed? Slim chance of me sleeping 14 hours.

Thinking about you, Laura, and sending love and strength to all of you.

I am fucking blessed. I went by the old house to help Faux Son and friend clean out some tools and metal and to talk with friend/landlord. I told them I was going to hire someone to finish cleaning the place out, because I couldn't do it, and Faux Son said "OK, hire me to do it." He later said he worries about me, especially when I'm not posting regularly on Facebook, which is how he keeps track of me. He even gave me a near-dirty look when I said I didn't want to impose on him. It's humbling to be so well-loved.

I have too many saved thingies on Facebook, can't keep the attributions straight. Anyway. Sleep for a while, get up for a couple of hours, sleep more?

Neko Atsume is still a good time in my book. I still have cats to collect.

Aw, Faux Son. Glad you have someone to help you out, Connie.

Aw, blessings upon Faux Son, it's good that he's around.

Laura, still thinking about ya'll. Hope she hangs on long enough to get to say goodbye to her beloveds. It's so hard letting go.

In totally other news, Nicodemus (my elder cat) managed to pull down a bag of banana chips in the night, chew through the bag, and gorge on them before hoarking all over the sofa, dining room table, two dining room chairs, and of course the living room floor. I declined to feed him breakfast. He declined to ask for it. I double checked and bananas are not toxic to cats so I think it was just too much salt and unexpected fiber. He's now sulking by my feet. I picked him up and rubbed his belly for a good 5 minutes before he started to resist or complain- a new record! It's sad that I kinda enjoy when he's sick and upset because then I can hold and love on him without getting clawed. I'll give him the rest of the day to be loved and fussed over and if he still doesn't want to eat tomorrow he might have to visit the vet. *looks sideways at cat to make sure he heard the part about going to the vet if he doesn't show improvement by tomorrow*