Yesterday when orange Voldemort declared himself the chosen one I thought of sassy (movie) Harry Potter.
”She only likes you because she thinks you’re the chosen one!”
”But I am the chosen one.”
And then I hated myself for the comparison.

I can't handle the world. On any level. Macro down to personal.
Serenity fucking now.

Peanut was watching me change the newspaper in her cage earlier. She’s currently eating said newspaper. Because reasons.

I am beyond angry at Mr. Briefly's mother. My daughter posted a comment on her own facebook page that discussed parellels between nazi Germany and what is happening today as far as immigrants, detention camps, etc. My MIL left one of the rudest, meanest things I have ever seen. She told me daughter not to post things like that on her own page, she said horrible things. I just posed a long comment to my MIL, and told her that she has destroyed her relationship with her granddaughter and probably any hope of one in the future. My daughter is so hurt, and she is angry. And so am I. I try to be forgiving, but I'm not really inclined to forgive this one. Maybe I will be, but my daughter probably won't ever forgive her for this one. OK, rant over - and thank you for listening.

Did another photo shoot this morning (strictly trade for prints, because it's a fun hobby), this one for Paul McCartney/Another Day.  one of those incredibly pretty little songs that hides just devastating lyrics behind beautiful harmony:  As she posts another letter to the sound of five People gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay alive It's just another day.  There's a furniture shop near where I live that sells second hand and "unique" furniture/decor.  They had a neat little vanity someone built out of a Singer sewing machine table so we did the photos there, trying to convey the world weariness of the lyrics in a single photo.  It felt good.  We'll see how the prints turn out.
It always surprises me how well Neptune and I work in these kinds of situations.  We'd had one conversation about this shoot, ten days or a couple weeks ago.  A few key words, couple props that he specifically wanted, not much else.  We walked into the building and started setting up without needing to really talk very much.  Just feels easy and in sync in a really comfortable way.