True Colours

Another day, another trip to the postbox. Well. It’s not *every* day, but I like that my sales have been frequent enough to get me out of the house at least once a week. It felt good wandering around in my new hoodie; I’d commented to Z when I got back that I liked having one that stood out a bit. I don’t want to get mistaken for a ‘yooooov’, yanno? I’m not going to beat people up and steal their Stella or anything; I’m just gonna wander by, queer and adorable.

Not much to report, really. Got some work done. Mum popped in briefly on the way back from the Post Office to chat, which was lovely. Tomorrow will be more of the work-y same… though hopefully, I’ll start to finally get caught up with myself after a very slow, not super productive January.

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