If you don’t know Scottish poet Len Pennie, you should. Her poems are brilliant and her Scottish accent is endearing, even when she speaks of rage.
I’m used to having mysterious bruises but this one on my wrist is especially confusing. I don’t recall hitting it on anything.
Some people like second breakfast. I like second nap.
My sleep schedule has been really messed up lately, and I fell asleep early. I figured it was a good thing. My sister just came into my room and grabbed my foot because I was wiggling my toes (that’s my stim). She scared me so much I yelled "Jesus Christ!" I hope I can get back to sleep now.
Just woke up from a long afternoon nap, during which I was dreaming about the details for a couple of small drawings my sister needed. She asked me how much I had done and when I said zero, she said she wasn’t going to need them anyway. Glad I did all that in my sleep.
I got my hair cut for the first time in a year. I was very sick last year annd my hair got very thin and did not grow in length. Now it’s longer and thicker, which of course I’m thrilled about. I even got bangs. We’ll see how thrilled I am about that when my hair calms down a bit.