i have this problem where when i try to read text that’s on certain substances the text is blurry but it’s only if it’s like comic sans (font) that’s on papyrus (material). i wish i were joking. and the only good lyrics website doesn’t have any accessibility settings. so i’m trying to sing but stuff goes blurry all the time and usually i just rely on the other members of my church congregation to sing and i start singing a little bit after they do, but it seems like they noticed because last sunday the entire congregation went silent all at the same time and looked at me. i think they thought i was pretty in my sunday dress.

alabaster, my therapist, tells me not to try to guess what other people are thinking so much. i wonder what she means by that. i mean, i’m not supposed to wonder what she means by that, but i do a little bit. there’s only so much you can control these things. she calls it a “cognitive distortion”. doesn’t that sound really awesome? i wonder what she means -- wait -- shit,-

i missed one of my appointments the other day. just kidding! i keep all my appointments very carefully. they’re deeply important to me, so i try to make them a priority. a couple of my doctors have told me i’m going to have to trade places and start taking care of them, but i don’t mind. i love taking care of people! and i love bunnies :)

my roommate maxine keeps practicing his theremin and it sounds like his girlfriend’s crying because he’s not very good at it even though if he were good at it, it would still sound like someone’s crying. i guess it would sound more like a person and less like a ghost. bibby keeps complaining that there are “ghost vibes” in the house slack.io because i think she doesn’t know what a theremin is. i mean, hasn’t she ever heard of wendy carlos?

we lost our kitchen. just can’t find it anymore.

it was time for the monthly bedroom swap! every month, we move all our stuff and decorations between our bedrooms, and to encourage “homing up” your room even though you only get it for a month, we award a tiny commemorative ribbon to whoever has the most fully decorated room. it’s decided by popular vote. unfortunately, everyone always just votes for themselves, so it’s usually a 5-way tie. except for the time bibby won because our old roommate jarxton was plural and one of their alters was also bibby. don’t ask me how it worked, jarxton just used to say their pediatrician always told them they “have a much higher than usual concentration of mirror neurons.”

i forgot the bedroom swap was delayed because of a federal holiday.

my mom tried to call but she was in baghdad so her voice was really deep and i couldn’t tell what she was saying. i’ll probably get a letter from her in the mail later. if you’re confused about why her voice was deeper just because she was in baghdad, i think it has to do with timezones shifting voice-pitch. i’m not a neurolagni-ist. yeah, you heard me.

the plants in my room have adapted to life without sunlight and are finally changing the color of their petals from yellow to white. i hope they get to see sunlight someday. even if i can’t really see it, cause of my condition.