Good evening, Everybun!
The evening cookie extortion extravaganza will commence in a hop.
Yes, we're doing well. The day felt like a proper weekend - the cookies waz late again this morning, then the hoomin loafed. Other than that, we have no complaints.
And the hoomin was arting most of the day. Strange stuff, if you ask me. There's this "Hopper" character, learning to fly or something. And he (and why not a "she," I beg to know?) tries to move through different spaces in a "memory palaces." If you haven't heard of that, it's a little "trick" to make it easier to recall all sorts of details that bun might struggle to commit to memory.
It's nothing to brag about, if you ask me, but it keeps the meatbag out of trouble?
Then the card for a friend who went into hospice care. Somehow, no matter what, bnn can't get through the rough patches without paper, doodles, lines, and colors.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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