“And, Scooby Doo, if you come through, you’re gonna have yourself a Scooby Snack” is an incredible lyric.

Started thinking about how the abbreviation for “number” is “no.” and now my brain feels itchy and I don’t know how to scratch it.

Concept: cheesy bread face mask.

(Was that gross?)

My face mask smells like cheesy bread and I haven’t done anything but drip my runny nose into it.

“IT’S AZUMANGA DAI—“ 💥⚾️

I am the way I am, because I’ve been reading Azumanga Daioh since I was fourteen.

Got a coffee for the walk home and it’s so bouncy. I’m soaking wet.

[7:10am] Just saw a guy standing in the middle of a snow-covered field flying a lil baby drone all around himself in circles. Curious.

I love to see the branches of barren trees capped in snow. They look like unfinished paintings.

I want to perplex and dazzle.

Concept: a giraffe with a nose that looks like a snow-capped mountain who is always cold and sneezes snowflakes.

Did my mom get the expression “act your age, not your shoe size” from Prince or did he/she/they get it from her?

[7:20am] Watching the snow fall and listening to disco. Immaculate vibe.

Concept: a bard owl.

[10:55am] Waiting Room. I’m wearing a face mask, but I had two lattes at breakfast, so I popped a couple of ALTOIDS just in case.

My middle finger (right hand) isn’t bending the way it’s supposed to, so I can barely hold my marker. It’s wet outside—maybe I’m rusting??

(I looked. It’s not her.)

Somebody at this cafe keeps saying “exactly” and “amazing” and they sound JUST like Emma Stone, but I REFUSE to look and see if it’s her.

[8:05am] Cafe. LEISURE’s “Back in Love” mellows through the speakers. Outside, someone films themself doing martial arts in the snow.