note to self: bring mister's green erratic ball falulu. she gots spring fever and the people are popping out. she ran to a runner and ate something not human i hope. i do not have absolute recall in my mind or falulu. i have improvised my life, and strangely enough i'm better off than ever considering we're under the occupation of the sick fuck trump criminal regime and a pandemic like you've never seen in this godless empire before.