i can barely live with 500 characters for normal-ass ramblings y'all. i am the sort of writer that launches into a sentence, then returns, five months later, having grown a full beard, been on an accidental vision quest from ingesting dubious mushrooms, made my own clothing from birch bark, and after having befriended a squirrel after nursing it back to health. it's just how it be sometimes. mommas, don't let your babies be english majors.