DAY 33 OF CHEMO — 4/13/2026
A GoFundMe Series: gofund.me/d053ee11d
The new chemo drugs are stronger and have more prominent side effects. However, she has eaten a few ounces every day and kept them down.
In an effort to boost this GoFundMe — How We Got Here:
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I want to cut my hair super short again. Trouble is the difference between daily maintenance favors short, but it still takes keeping it trimmed because I always hate the betweens, and I'm way too good at falling outside if time and ending up in "mad scientist" floof.
I've spent a lot of today crying about wonderful human moments regarding Artemis 2. I've needed the good. Everything is too much, but humans have been humans for a very long time, and still are, & there's a special kind of joy in that, even before you get to the family photo of everyone on Earth.
Ad featuring the snazzy Juniper Books dust jackets of the Sworn Soldier books, and that 5% of sales will be donated to trans lifeline
Hey gang, from today until April 30th, Juniper Books is gonna be donating a portion of sales of the fancy Sworn Soldier editions to Trans Lifeline!
“He knew more about cartoons than you or I ever will (trust me on this) yet he was incredibly generous with his time and his talent. And my God, could he make you laugh! When it comes to humor, it takes a special kind of genuis to be both dry and warm. Barry was both"
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I'm glad to, your designs are super cute!
I exist. I am restless despite the tired. I have a thing to keep writing. I have doubts about its suitability for the thing that initiated the thought process, but I'm halfway through and now I need to find out how it ends.
I had to explain to a friend who never lived near wetlands before that the wildlife going off at 2AM was not a flock of confused birds, but rather an enthusiastic spring peeper chorus. I know it's really spring when I can hear them through a closed window.
Someday I'll have the money to order one of these. Until then, I can at least share how adorable they are and hope more people who need them jump in.
I have a chance to write something. I can almost see the shape of it, I just need to make the words go. But the weather is weathering at my brain maliciously. I can see how to use that story-wise, but it's still frustrating when my daily vocab goes brainfog error and I have to dig up other words.
I may need to add this to my vocabulary going forward, this is some ✨glorious✨ phrasing!
I've had an absolute blast getting to be part of this show, and I'm impossibly grateful to get to play along. 😁
I'm just excited to use Customer Service Voice for slightly less evil, for once! 😁
🥹🥹🥹 im so honored to be someone's first introduction to horror novels omg
#booksky
You could say that Rock n Roll was born 111 years ago today in Arkansas, but probably not where you'd think. Before there was a Chuck Berry or Little Richard, there was those who wanted to be like her.
Rosetta Nubin better known as Sister Rosetta Tharpe, the godmother of Rock was born on this day
Season 1 finale live listen party on Youtube tomorrow morning! It's going to be fun! 😁 JOIN US!! And help us demand more episodes!
As promised, fun facts start now! I'll be updating this periodically, so be sure to check back for more! 🧵
Happy Birthday to Sister Rosetta Tharpe, and a massive thank you to her for inventing rock and roll
She was born on March 20th, 1915
Please soothe your soul with this footage of an enraged muppet being treated at the wild muppet center.
The Season Finale! (bom bom BOMMM!!)
Borrowing a tradition from our friends at @breathingxspace.bsky.social, for every like and repost this gets, we'll share a fun fact from behind the scenes of season 1!
LET'S GOOOOO
pls back this kickstarter so i can be a tired black nonbinary in a fictional world and not just in the real world
#podcast #audiodrama #podsky
I had no idea that my day absolutely needed this, and I'm glad Ink Radio was able to correct that. 💖
THE FROGS ARE SINGING IN THE MARSH AND POND DOWN THE WAY!! I CAN HEAR FROGSONG WITH THE WINDOWS CLOSED!!
IT IS SPRING! IT IS SPRING!
All I can do is listen to audiobooks with unfocused eyes, and occasionally try to offer someone a kind word. Hopefully I can climb my way back up, soon. It's boring down here in the deep fatigue oceans.
It feels a bit like 2020, but concentrated. Populated. Havoc and strife, but with more people this time. Did you know that having emotions takes a certain amount of spare energy? It's been a while since I've been here. There's no rest in my sleeps. There's so many "shoulds" that I just can't.
Grief is a strange, squidgy sort of thing. It's been more than two weeks now and it still hasn't sunk in? It still both makes sense and doesn't make sense. My time has been occupied with other, smaller, closer griefs, like chronic illness and moral lines and *waves vaguely* everything.
Oh gods, the sensory memory of the sound of those bead hairbands thwacking into my scalp as a little kid. 😅 Those things were eeeevil.
What song do you have stuck in your head?
