1st Decan of Taurus

~mellita

I hope you're all doing well. I don't personally have much to update anyone on, I think, this time round. Last weekend, I finally tried a Fernet con Coca, and even vaguely remember enjoying it. These past few days I've felt very fatigued, with touches of depression and anxiety. Some of my responsibilities have slipped through the cracks, but I'm not beating myself up about it. (It's not a moral failing on my part—and, even if it were, guilt is a poor stimulus to action.) Sometimes I feel as though reality, the feeling of the world's realness, is like a signal for which I have a spotty and somewhat warped antenna.

I would ask the bartender for...a decaf London Fog. Alcohol is probably bad for the antennae.

How is everyone doing?

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