I want to feel you in motion

Once again I aten't dead, but I am very tired and I miss my brain. I came into this month with a whole bunch of movies I wanted to write about and seem to be able to combobulate intellectually for none of them, even the ones where I had all sorts of feelings at the time. I am falling asleep in the afternoons and evenings. I am discussing my physical state with more doctors than should be necessary. On the other hand, I have written my first original fiction not only since the start of this year, but since 2020. I blame the recent heat wave, which made me want to think about ice. I was able to see rushthatspeaks enough to give him his anniversary present, a compendium of tiki culture history and recipes which has already furnished one cocktail too hilarious not to make. (I like many tiki drinks unironically since they tend to be rum-based, but I don't think it is possible to enjoy anything but ironically a drink that comes served in a cucumber.) I can't believe the High Holidays start at the end of this week.

P.S. We had to run some errands in Davis Square, which is how I had a lovely conversation about the music teachers at my former high school, ancient Near Eastern baking, and anarcho-communism in One Piece with the bread clerk at When Pigs Fly and took a picture of myself looking like one of spatch's characters from Fallout 76. Now to be prone under a cat.