Mom says I love you. Happy Friday! I’ve been doing better since the food poisoning/norovirus/hell demon. This week’s been very nice and sunny. Mom and I spend lots of time lying in the backyard listening to true crime podcasts (“Wanna do a murder?” “Yayyyyy!”). This also coincides with the cat’s Supervised Outdoor Time. Achilles got stuck in a tree on Wednesday.
I have been subjected to about four more Star Wars movies since we last spoke. I am rapidly going insane. We just finished Number Seven. Here’s my big takeaway from the entire franchise so far. This is the only way I’m staying sane throughout.
I’m so tired of Star Wars. Help me Soren.
Anyway, today I’m starting up test-studying. Dying inside. I hate Athens. But I’m going to get bubble tea after. Love that. There really isn’t much else going on. Mom showed me old Disneyland photos and I got sad. Looking at old pictures of Mom (Mel) hurts in a Lovecraftian way. In the sense of, who was this incomprehensible and scary person who should’ve loved me but didn’t. That was a mom on the surface and then wasn’t. Our house back in Eugene continuously reminds me of the family in The Dunwich Horror. But there she is in 2010, eating a tigger tail incredibly normally. I do envy mystery novels in that they always end with a solution.
But yeah. Disneyland is happening next week. Mom is Disneybounding as Princess Leia. She’s having me Disneybound as Anakin. I have accepted this fate. I keep having gnawing anxiety about tests, but that’s the OCD speaking. I love you. I hope you’re alright. I will send you more Disney tales, next week.
With love,
My, my, this here Anakin guy…