thursday divinity. a day late and a buck short.

are you writing the report?

so this is the 2nd week in a row I’ve missed thursday divinity. I can’t even be bothered to come up with one single spiritual thing a week? What is wrong with me. I can’t even think of something right now. But I’m going to, unlike last week when I didn’t even try.

Maybe this. When my billy goat baby gets up in the morning, he climbs into my bed and lays with me for a little while, and sometimes he’ll rub his chubby little hands up and down my arm, in a very comforting way. It’s the sweetest thing ever, it’s like he’s taking care of me, soothing my restlessness, and it is all just very nice. That happened yesterday morning, so that’s my thursday divinity.

thanks ry, you are always my divinity. an annoying, loud, attention-hogging, crying brat of a divinity. I love you so much. no really, I do.

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