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currently: ◆ rebuilding

robotamerica

ick-mode

%%red%%with the nearly the entire human experience in much of the world being subsumed by taste: that nearly everything in life has become an advertisement%%. %%orange%%i can't help but feel icky about most things and people around me%%.

the moments i feel i have been vibing with and thriving in are more about shared food, shared wine, and shared time with loved ones and friends. %%green%%our herb garden and some of our spring fruits are now ready to share%%, and we have been making small tasty little things to eat in the garden.

%%purple%%last weekend, i certainly overindulged in some mezcal-fueled celebrations%%. just too much fun, but i suffered nearly the entire week for it. %%blue%%i need snail mode to overtake ick-mode%%. %%green%%slow things down, appreciate life, appreciate friends, no sore liver, no more hangovers, let's go!%%