hey, it's thursday, let's do nothing in particular
Today it feels like a day of yellow and tea, of re-arranging, sketching plans and reminiscing. I think I once was a deer whisperer, or perhaps it's merely that little tiny three-year-old's with hair balancing between a bowl-cut and a mullet simply aren't very scary. Or maybe they are, since I never see the bowl-mullet around anymore. Anyway, go drink some tea today. It's good for you.