BLACK LIVES MATTER

Notably this isn’t the next blog post that I said I’d write. But the intended post is irrelevant and can occur whenever. What’s going on right now is infinitely more important.

Firstly I’m 100% in support of these protests. Change needs to occur. And the efforts to make this change happen in the past haven’t stopped Black People from being murdered by the police.

I’m very privileged; I know that. I’m white, cis, can pass for neurotypical, and have never lived in poverty.

I grew up surrounded by a fair bit of racism, from both peers and adults. I’d only met a few people that weren’t white before middle school. I say this because I’m sure this racism and lack of diversity in my childhood has negatively impacted my views subconsciously, even if only slightly. I think us white folks need to admit that a lot of us, even if we aren’t outwardly racist, can be somewhat racist internally. To change and be better, we need to admit this. And we need to think critically about why we think the way we do and whether there are racist undertones. We need to actually try to put ourselves in other people’s shoes. We need to realize the pain and fear that are inflicted by police on Black communities. We may not be able to understand fully, but at the very least we can make an effort. And even if we don’t really understand at all we still need to stand up for our fellow people and human rights.

The world needs to change and it needs to change now. It’s 2020, not 1920. Racism and police violence should be something we look back on and say, “That’s horrific, glad I’m alive now and it’s not at all like that in 2020.” But we can’t say that because we still have Black People being murdered by police, racist hate crimes, racists not getting called out, et cetera.

Let’s take a look through the list of human rights from the UN:

1. We Are All Born Free & Equal.

“We are all born free. We all have our own thoughts and ideas. We should all be treated in the same way.”

We’re definitely failing at this one. The police don’t treat people of different races the same, and many other folks don’t either.

2. Don’t Discriminate.

“These rights belong to everybody, whatever our differences.”

Once again we fail.

3. The Right to Life.

“We all have the right to life, and to live in freedom and safety.”

Another right that we aren’t seeing. This one is super applicable to the protests. People act like we’ve got all these human rights in Canada and the US but for these human rights to be in these contries they must apply to everyone and yet so many people aren’t granted these rights.

5. No Torture.
“Nobody has any right to hurt us or to torture us.”

Yet another one we fail at, considering all the police violence that has occurred and continues to occur.

7. We’re All Equal Before the Law.

“The law is the same for everyone. It must treat us all fairly.”

I’m beginning to wonder if we even have a majority of the human rights. 

8. Your Human Rights Are Protected by Law.

“We can all ask for the law to help us when we are not treated fairly.”

Nope.

9. No Unfair Detainment.

“Nobody has the right to put us in prison without good reason and keep us there, or to send us away from our country. “

I would classify police arresting people protesting police violence and racism peacefully as lacking a good reason.

Also when Canada sent the police earlier this year and the military last year to arrest Wet’suwet’en People for protesting there land being taken and used for a pipeline. Yeah, Canada is far from not racist.

11. We’re Always Innocent Till Proven Guilty.

“Nobody should be blamed for doing something until it is proven. When people say we did a bad thing we have the right to show it is not true.”

This doesn’t seem to be applied to Black People, considering police are murdering numerous innocents all the time. So, here’s another human right we fail at. 

20. The Right to Public Assembly.

“We all have the right to meet our friends and to work together in peace to defend our rights. Nobody can make us join a group if we don’t want to.”

So, declaring protesting for rights illegal and responding with violence means our police and countries are failing at another human right.

29. Responsibility.

“We have a duty to other people, and we should protect their rights and freedoms.”

And this is why we must stand together and defend each other. This is why we need to support these protests and support change.

I’m amazed by the bravery and determination that these people that are protesting have shown. What you’re doing is incredible.

Another Update on my Self-Isolation

This update might be a bit longer than the last couple, or maybe not. Quite a bit has happened. I’ll try to talk about everything in chronological order and then we can go over accomplishments.

Firstly I cut off my hair. It had gotten to the point where it was warm, heavy, and touched my shoulders. All of these traits made the hair quite uncomfortable sensory wise. My mum typically cuts my hair, but she’s been busy and I was desperate. I really don’t care what my hair looks like, just what it feels like. I cut it so that it’s a bit past my chin. At some point my mum will probably even it out and cut it a bit shorter.

Actually this wasn’t the first time I cut my own hair. When I was maybe 15 I randomly cut off my hair at about midnight. It might not have been logical, but I just don’t care what my hair looks like and sometimes it needs to be shorter. On that occasion my mum evened it out like a month later when I saw her again.

I cut my bangs myself for like a year at one point, but then I grew them out.

Okay next thing, my right ring finger is currently mildly infected and my thumb is mostly healed, got most the skin back. I’m thinking this is something I’d really like to prevent in the future. My fingers get infected far too much. To prevent this I’ll need to stop chewing on my fingers. Anyone else do this? Any ideas? I’ve tried nailpolish because I hate the smell, but it makes my skin peel and then this results in more chewing. Once my fingers are good again I might try moisturizer.

I got in contact with my old speech therapist and said thank you. I think I really made her day so that was good. It was rather stressful though. I was really on edge that whole day and I just kept rereading the messages. It was weird to talk to someone that’s basically a stranger. During our conversation we actually talked a fair bit about autism. Turns out I was one of her first students, so she wasn’t experienced in spotting autism, I imagine even more so with girls. Overall it was very nice to talk to her.

Today’s also been stressful. Last night I found out that one of my neighbours apparently told my other neighbour that I’m pansexual; I’m fairly certain I’m not. That was news. I’m rather upset. Today I wrote a long email to him basically saying don’t repeat our private conversations and actually we need boundaries and I don’t want to have those private conversations to begin with. I hope I didn’t sound too aggresive. I really wish I just set up boundaries when we started walking together two years ago. Instead I’ve just had numerous uncomfortable conversations because I’m bad at confrontation. This was the breaking point.

He’s replied with an apology, saying that he was trying to correct someone but used the wrong word. The right word would’ve been just as private though. I sort of get his intentions, but I’m still not happy about it. He seemed to avoid the topic of boundaries, so I sent another email repeating myself. He seems to have accepted the boundaries, though he also said he admires “my openess”, so I don’t know what that means. Hoping that the future will be bright for this friendship and he’ll obey the boundaries.

My accomplishments:

  • I cut my own hair (it’s partially eveneish)
  • I made soup
  • I made frybread again
  • I haven’t forgotten anymore meals lately
  • I did laundry
  • I finished another scholarship application
  • I got the one scholarship I’ve gotten all in order
  • I’ve completed more of my mum’s birthday present
  • I’m almost done another unit of Creative Writing
  • I’ve managed to read some of the Calculus textbook
  • I’m 11 weeks into a Sims 3 game
  • I went walking on the road a couple more times, and I’ve intereacted with people on the other side of the road
  • I finished an audiobook

I watched Douglas, the comedy show thing from Hannah Gadsby! Thought it was really good.

Okay, now the super exciting thing. I’m enrolled in my first year university courses! Over both semesters there’s 3 Computer Science courses, 2 Math courses, 2 Creative Writing courses, and 1 English course. Looking like it may be entirely online for my first year, or at least primarily. I might even get to be at home for my first year.

I think that’s all for this blog post. The next one will be about my thoughts on compliments.

Song on Repeat: Over the Hills sung by Patty Gurdy

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth

When the phrase “back and forth” is repeated three times, or in groups of three, I find it very relaxing, calming.

The repetition of the phrase has also made its way into a number of my short stories, a minimum of three.

You may wonder why I’m writing a blog post about this phrase. Well, so am I. I suppose it’s because I’m pretty hyped right now. I found the origin of the phrase and why it’s so relaxing to me.

“Love You Forever” was my favourite book as a child (Also “Something from Nothing” and “Moon and Star A Christmas Story”). I remember asking my mum to read it multiple times a night. I haven’t read it in years, so I’d forgotten that it was where I’d first heard the phrase. It makes sense why I’m so attached to it.

I just found that to be rather interesting, so now there’s a short blog post on it. Perhaps I’m having too much fun with this blog writing thing, but I think that’s more my style than being serious and writing important stuff.

What were your favourite books as a child? What about now?

Song on repeat: Damned for All Time from the musical Jesus Christ Superstar

Special Interests – Take 2

Not that long ago I wrote a blog post on my special interests throughout my childhood. I’m not sure what happened, but almost all of it ceased to exist. I couldn’t fix this and I didn’t have another copy, so I just deleted what remained. I wasn’t keen on the idea of rewriting it. However, I have since decided that I’ll provide the background once again, along with some of my new interests.

My first special interest started before I can remember and lasted until I was about 12 or 13ish. Canines, the different breeds of dogs and anything I could possibly know about them, that’s what my life revolved around. The books I chose to read were almost exclusively dog focussed. The librarian told me multiple time to try a different book when I would attempt to take out a specific dog breed book each week. When we were told to write an acrostic poem about ourselves 4 of the 8 letters in my name were just about my love of dogs (the others being my hatred of jeans, love of pizza, love of stuffed animals, and less than fondeness of cats). All of my stories were about dogs or wolves. Fortunately I had two dogs at home throughout my childhood, so I wasn’t constantly begging my parents for a dog. And when I was in a household that lacked a dog I would walk dogs at the SPCA.

Eventually this interest in dogs shifted to an interest in storytelling. At about 12 I read “A Dog’s Journey” by W. Bruce Cameron for the first time (I would reread it many more times). This book sparked a love of stories beyond just stories about dogs. Well, at first it was still just dogs, but it quickly evolved into reading and writing other stories. My love of storytelling continues to this this day.

I had a couple different interests when I was 13 and then 14 on top of the interest in storytelling. First I got really obsessed with menstrual cups for whatever reason. After a few months I lost this interest. Then it was rats and I was especially interested in them for about half a year. For a while after those interests ended it was just storytelling again.

At 16 I became interested in interactive fiction. Really it falls under my interest in storytelling, but it’s the most specific interest in that more general interest. I’m still interested in interactive fiction to this day, but the interest is on and off. I get hyper focussed on it sometimes and other times I forget about it almost entirely.

Now, to my current interests. Of course there’s storytelling as I’ve already mentioned, but I’ve got a couple very new interests as well.

Firstly I’ve been really into hand crank sewing machines lately. I already had an interest in historical clothing, but not quite as intense as with the sewing machines. I’ve been watching a lot of videos on hand crank sewing machines. They just make me so happy. And I’m sure my mum would say I’ve been talking about them excessively.

And my second new special interest is the TV show “Community”. The show makes me so extremely happy! Never before have I been so into a TV show. In fact if I were rating shows with movies, then I’d rate it above almost all of my favourite movies , which says a lot. I was only introduced to it recently, but I’ve already rewatched numerous episodes. I’m especially focussed on the character Abed. He’s the only character I’ve been so attached to and just about the only character I’ve related to to this extent (the only other one being Kenma from Haikyu). It’s hard to explain my love of the show because it’s pretty new for me to be so fond of one. I’ve been trying to avoid annoying my mum too much, but I haven’t managed to avoid such entirely. She’s gotten really good at telling when I’m thinking about the show because it makes me look really happy (as well as feel really happy). It’s really brightened my mood in this current situation.

You could also kind of label autism as a special interest. Since I realized that I’m autistic I’ve been consuming a lot of information. In the first few months I read countless articles and 20+ books, watching numerous videos, and thought about it the majority of the time. I still focus on it quite a bit, but not to that extent.

That is all of my special interests at the moment and all of the ones I remember having. Not sure exactly what my next blog post will be, but it probably won’t be long before it’s written.

Song on repeat: Hellfire from Hunchback of Notre Dame (this might become rather uninteresting if I just listen to the same song for a month like I did in April)

My History with Speech

 I’m hesitant to write this blog post. I find it….embarrassing, maybe. Sorry, I’m not all that great at labelling my emotions. Also I really don’t want to upset anyone. Therefore, I’ll start this post by making it clear that I know it’s far from ideal to not be able to speak vocally, even more so if you can’t really communicate with other methods either. I’m aware of this.

 Some background, I started speaking at about 3 years old, like stringing words together and having a fair number of them I mean. Previously I had maybe 10 or so words (7 recorded on the calendar), my first word being “Mama” at about 17 months. My mum was somewhat concerned by my late talking, but before she thought anything was especially unusual I started speaking, so she didn’t end up looking into autism or anything. My younger brother (who’s not autistic) didn’t start talking until he was 3 as well; however, he did have twice as many words as I did.

 Even though I was speaking at 3 it would be a number of years before I was really easily understandable. I was diagnosed with a mild phonological delay and a mild expressive language delay (anyone know what an expressive language delay even means?). From kindergarten to either grade 3 or 4 I was in speech therapy twice a week to work on this. My report from grade 2 listed 7 letter that I struggled with, S, L, Z, and F being the most troublesome.

 I don’t remember a whole lot from speech therapy. My mum’s pretty sure I did it for half an hour twice a week (with homework too). I remember playing snakes and ladders (My difficulty with S and L being targeted by that game). I also remember seemingly never-ending repetition. My tongue and the rest of my mouth were difficult, didn’t want to move in the proper ways to make the right sounds. It took a lot of practice (often with limited success) to get my mouth to move in a way that would produce those sounds.

 It was frustrating, really really frustrating. People wouldn’t understand me (generally those that didn’t know me well), and even if they did I’d often be corrected. It made me feel like I couldn’t get anything right no matter how hard I tried. It made me feel like people weren’t listening beyond the incorrect sounds.

 I’m really thankful for the speech therapist. She was a very kind lady and I wouldn’t be able to speak as well as I can without her efforts. She made a frustrating situation less so. Going to see her was, while hard work, a calming escape from the classroom. I’m also thankful for my mum who was very involved in helping my brother and me with speech.

 These days I can probably produce most sounds in the English language, but my speech still gets commented on. My voice isn’t quite as expressive as most people. Hannah Gadsby once said, “I meant warmth, my voice said cold.” I really relate to that. Often when I’m excited about something I’m questioned because the excitement doesn’t make it into my voice. I most naturally express myself through stimming (like flapping my hands when excited or happy), but I tend to avoid stimming in front of people. The emotion in my voice also gets commented on when I’m reading.

 I read aloud very quickly and often lacking in expression. Whenever I have to do a speech for school this is noted in the feedback. I try to put expression in my voice, but the increase only seems to be noticeable to me (often I think I sound overly dramatic). Back in elementary school this was much more noticeable. My mum says I would read like a robot and it could be very unappealing to listen to. This was generally noted on my report cards as well. In current times I try pretty hard to put emotion into my voice, but often I forget or it just doesn’t work properly. At some point I’d like to write more about my reading, but that’ll have to be another day.

 Now that we’ve got the background I’d like to talk about what’s been on my mind. Recently I remembered one of the things I would frequently think about as a kid. I wished desperately that I had never started speaking. This desire lasted from as long as I can remember until I was around 14 (sometimes reappearing even today). Speech seemed like it was more trouble than it was worth.

 People would focus on my failures in speech, the mispronunciations, words being put in the wrong order, and in between words (like you, get, from, the, et cetera) being left out. Even though I was speaking people didn’t seem to be paying attention. The difficulty explaining my thoughts and feelings probably didn’t help either. It was so frustrating to repeatedly attempt the same movements of my mouth. It didn’t feel like all the effort and critical feedback (not something I understood at the time) were worth being able to speak. As a child it seemed as though it would be much easier to not be able to speak at all (something I now know is not the case).

 On top of my difficulty with speech I also had difficulty socially. I always felt like I would say the wrong thing, and a fair bit of the time I did. It seemed like it would be very much preferable to not be expected to speak to people at all. Not being able to speak seemed like a solution.

 I actually tried this. I remember refusing to speak, but my younger brother’s annoyances typically prevented these attempts from lasting long. In grade 3 I decided I would learn sign language. I didn’t actually end up learning anything though, probably because of the difficulty I had getting my hands to move properly (something I’m still struggling with in my second attempt to learn ASL) as well as my learning being on my own from an old book.

 Although I don’t want to admit it, I still think this way sometimes. Mostly it’s to do with expectations I think. If people didn’t expect me to speak, then I don’t think I’d mind it so much. I could just silently go about my business and talk if I want to.

 I admit I can’t always speak as it is. When there’s pressure or stress I find myself unable to speak, which is rather horrible really. It’s especially frustrating when I have the words in my head but they don’t get to my mouth. Or when the words don’t come at all, even in my head. There I am with people staring at me, waiting, expecting me to say something, and I am utterly incapable of providing that speech. Sometimes this lasts a short a time, but other times it lasts far longer. I know based on these experiences and reading the experiences of others that not being able to speak isn’t the solution.

 So, I propose another solution. Work towards a world where differences in speech are more accepted. A world where it doesn’t matter if someone takes longer to speak, doesn’t put emotion in their voice, puts the words in the wrong order, leaves out words, et cetera. 

I’d like to note that I feel like I’m exaggerating. I know I’m not, but I feel like I am. Most people didn’t constantly correct my speech, but that’s not what it felt like, and most of the adults in my life definitely did correct me quite a bit. And it was undeniably very frustrating. I don’t know, I guess I feel like I shouldn’t have been so frustrated. I could still communicate well enough to be understood for the most part. And I could handle like ¾ of the alphabet. Also I still had friends despite my social struggles (another girl took me under her wing). I’m privileged in numerous ways; my difficulties are lesser, and I kind of feel like they should just be ignored (whether this is true or not). Just felt the need to bring up another reason for my hesitation in writing this blog post.

 This was not actually the next post I intended. I wanted to talk about new my new special interests and provide an update on self-isolation. But when something’s on my mind it’s what I end up writing about.

Song on repeat: Hellfire from Hunchback of Notre Dame

Qualities in TV Shows

I’ve been think about TV shows a lot lately. This all started a few weeks ago when I saw a tweet asking what everyone’s six favourite shows are. I didn’t really have a good answer, so I’ve been thinking about it since then.

I did participate, listing 6 TV shows, but even as I typed them I knew that the list wasn’t quite right. My preferences when it comes to TV shows result in me having some trouble picking favourites, especially multiple. Before we get to that let’s talk about the list I gave.

Top 6 favourite tv shows (in no particular order):

1. Anne with an E

2. Hunter x Hunter

3. Haikyu

4. Star Trek

5. Avatar the Last Airbender

6. Star Trek: The Next Generation

First of all not all of these shows are actually my favourites. I really enjoyed “Anne with an E”, but it’s not one of my favourites as I have no interest in watching it again. If I don’t want to rewatch a show, then it isn’t one of my favourites. Hunter x Hunter and Haikyu also fit in the category of enjoyed but not favourites.

So a more accurate list of favourites would be (in order):

  1. Community
  2. Star Trek
  3. Star Trek: The Next Generation
  4. Avatar the Last Airbender
  5. The Secret World of Benjamin Bear

Here’s a list of qualities I look for in TV shows:

  1. Repetition
  2. Consistency
  3. At least one relatable character
  4. Rewatch value
  5. Small plots per episode as opposed to a big focus on a overarching plot (character development is appealing though)

I don’t think my TV preferences match the majority’s (at the very least they don’t match my family’s). I guess people often like shows having big plots over multiple episodes and maybe even change. I just like little stories that keep the same structure. Sometimes multiple episode stories work, but they either have to be really good or silly enough that I don’t care.

Before I didn’t really have a favourite TV show, like an absolute favourite one I mean. I like Star Trek, but not to the degree that it could be my absolute favourite. Avatar the Last Airbender is great, but it’s not got the repetetive structure I like. And The Secret World of Benjamin Bear, while awesome, just isn’t the sort of show that’s my absolute favourite anymore (it was when I was a kid though). I’m picky with my shows, and there aren’t many that I really really like.

When Community came to Netflix that changed. It’s perfect. Well it’s not perfect. There’s definitely a lot of stuff I don’t like about it. And I don’t like a number of the characters. But it fits all the criteria. I love it so much!

The episodes are separate stories (with fairly consistent structure) for the most part (there are some overarching stories though). That’s what drew me to Supernatural and a number of crime shows, a different story for each episode. But Supernaturaal abandoned this structure pretty quickly and crime shows tend to drop if for their multi-episode finales. This change from consistency almost always drives me away from these shows (or at least results in me skipping a few episodes). Community tends to do the multi-episode finales, but I actually don’t mind them. I find the structure of Community just about ideal.

Then there’s the quality of the show having a relatable character. Community is perfect in this aspect. I relate a lot to Abed and I feel super attached to him (therefore, I’m invested in the show). Both of the Star Treks also fit this quality as I relate quite a bit to Spock and Data. Haikyu is a beloved show to me for a lot of reasons, but one of my favourite parts of the show is the character Kenma who I really relate to. It’s pretty clear what sort of characters I relate to. Anyway, I don’t get attached to characters often, but these characters are very important to me.

Rewatch value means to me that I’d enjoy watching a show again and again just as much as the first time. Overarching plot focussed shows almost never fit this quality for me. With Community I could watch it all again in order or out of order or whatever. And I’ve definitely rewatched quite a bit of Star Trek. There’s only a few shows with big overarching plots I think I’d enjoy rewatching, that being Avatar, Haikyu, and Anohana.

I don’t know if anyone cares at all about my TV preferences, but if I’m going to spend a month thinking hard about something, then I might as well write about it too.

I hadn’t really thought about favourite TV shows before, so it was weird to suddenly start thinking about. Movies on the other hand are easy. Rise of the Guardians, The Art of Racing in the Rain, The Legend of Lobo, Wolf Children, Milo and Otis, Mist, Sorcerer’s Aprentice, and then Into the Woods. This list may change as I’m currently going through a number of movies, but it’s stayed mostly the same for a number of years. The Art of Racing in the Rain is really the only change in like half a decade.

What do you folks like in a show? What don’t you like? What are your favourite shows? What are your favourite movies?

Below is something fun and new I’m trying. I’ll now record whichever song I’m playing on repeat around the time when I make a post. Also I’m going to write another couple posts pretty soon. I’ve got a lot of ideas in my head right now, a new special interest has sprouted, there’s been some accomplishments, I’d like to talk about food (sensory sort of focus and some focus on routine), my history of speech language therapy (since I find that fascinating), and the sleep situation. Hope everyone is well and staying safe.

Current song on repeat: Infected from Repo! The Genetic Opera

One Month in Self-Isolation

It’s been a month since I started isolating at home. I’ve only left the property once in order to pick up a gift at the end of the driveway.

It’s getting…complicated. I’m getting really uneasy about not going anywhere. I thought if anyone would do well staying at home all the time it would be me. Turns out I was wrong. It also really messes with my sense of time. On the other hand whether there’s a lockdown or not I don’t think I can leave home. I’m scared.

I’ve been asked to go somewhere and pick out books to package and send to the youth of my community because I read a lot and am the only young person the people operating this know. I really want to do this. I want to help get books to kids. But I don’t think I can do it. I’m too afraid. We’d be wearing gloves and masks and staying six feet apart. I just don’t think I could do it though. Even getting in the vehicle to go to a remote location seems overwhelming.

This is making me think about what it’s going to be like for me when this isn’t as major anymore. It was hard for me to go out before. I can’t even imagine how it’ll be for me trying to get out of the house in the future. Even if this all ends soon, I don’t think I could just go some place.

Really this isn’t all that much about Covid for me. More so it’s about the fact that I’ve adjusted (sort of) to not going out. To go from staying safe in my bubble at home to seeing human beings and being in unfamiliar environments seems impossible. I just can’t. This is going to be something that’s really hard for me. Way more difficult that my yearly struggle of returning to school after time off.

I know this will only be a temporary issue, but I can’t help but panic at the prospect of leaving the property in the future.

On a more positive note I’d like to list some of my accomplishments in the last two weeks:

  • I did in fact make cinnamon buns. They turned out great. I didn’t get a fork stuck in an accidentally rock hard pot of burnt sugar and coconut oil this time.
  • I made a cashew dip and didn’t get a cashew to the eye (very much preferrable to the alternative).
  • I’ve only forgotten breakfast once.
  • I’ve only forgotten lunch twice.
  • And I’ve only forgotten dinner once.
  • I’ve been showering regularly.
  • I did laundry again.
  • I’ve written several short stories, only two of which turned out to be any good. I submitted one of the short stories as well as a poem I wrote a while ago to a contest.
  • I can do the alphabet song in ASL now.
  • Also I can count to 9 with ASL too.
  • I’ve been thinking a lot about my next interactive fiction games. Figuring out where my priorities lie.
  • I’ve been studying Physics, just one last test.
  • I’ve done the first unit of Calculus.
  • I read 136 pages. Mostly this was a story called “The Lamplighter” that’s been in my bookshelf for a couple years. I’ve also started rereading Dogsbody by Diana Wynne Jones.
  • I finished three essays for a scholarship application. Also super grateful for two amazing reference letters.
  • I taught my dog to jump over hurdles.

I think I did pretty well on accomplishments over the second half of April.

Back to the awful stuff now. Canada recently suffered a horrific mass shooting. I’m still processing this. I’m not good at talking about this sort of situation, so that’s all I’m going to say regarding that.

I’ve been having nightmares again, so I’m not running on that much sleep.

I feel like I’ve forgotten the whole reason I started writing this blog post. Unfortunately I really can’t remember, so I’ll hope it wasn’t important.

I hope everyone’s staying as safe as they can.