Good morning. It is 2026-06-21, it’s a Sunday, happy solstice.
Woke up at 1 am convince I would die if I didn’t do my unemployment paperwork immediately. Got up and did it. Felt the absolute certainty that I’ll get the next job. Things are gonna start to narrow. Give up freedom for filthy lucre. But it’s time to start worrying about that.
Going to a wedding today. Anarchist, beautiful.
 Long may they live together and love each other.