I woke up almost 3 hours earlier than usually, and pretty much immediately had to start going off on my doctor about my lexapro. Chilled for a while after, did small things around the house, napped, and just got back from a not-quite-practice sesh with the bands drummer. We mostly just hooked my amps up to different speakers and played with different gain pedals to get good tone for recording.
I dunno, things have just felt....off all day. Sitting in the twilight with the corgi rn and the feeling still hasn't gone away.
Oh well, I guess 
CW: death, gore
I saw a Palestinian boy with his head blown apart today. A human child that looks like some of the kiddos running around here. Dead. Half his head is just gone.
And I am supposed to care about anything else going on? IDK, there are days where I feel like Humanity deserves extinction. Fuck "death to america", death to humans