I have a carrier pigeon and a box of pencils. Well the pigeon isn't technically mine but my friend said I could borrow it whenever.

I feel like my brain is taking this week off from caring about stuff. I don't even feel that ever-present nervous feeling under my ribcage, the absence of which is actually making me a little nervous but besides that - totally fine. My sights are laser-focused on this weekend, which is Christmas Tree Weekend in Connecticut, and yes, t-shirts are available for sale. And anything else is just... like, when birds fly really fast into a window and fall down. I'm the window. And everything else is a bird. If you're a bird... I'm a window, this week.