I dreamed that I was in my old university dorm building looking for the laundry room, but it was a little confusing because they'd made some layout changes. Eventually I found an empty washing machine and started loading it up. I started loading it up with doll heads. Like a couple dozen doll heads. Various sizes/scales. Not sure why, but it felt very normal.
finally a place to talk about pens
- she/her
I write shouts, grumbles, antagonistic monologues, etc. etc.
& I'm on a podcast
