Now to just. Decide what to do with the rest of my day.

Y’know what. Actually. It’s not due until Thursday and I’ve already done like. 7 things of homework today alone. I’m done for today. That’ll be a tomorrow me issue.

Okay so I think they had been there. I’m pretty sure I saw them back before she left for Italy. Now that I think about it. I counted them I’m pretty sure. And if I’m just putting that in my head then so be it. In any case. She seems. Fine. I guess. I’m probably overreacting as usual.

She’s gonna drink whether or not I try and stop her. And she’s still mostly functional. She’s still cooking and cleaning and shit. So like. Until she’s back to being useless I’m gonna try not to worry.

And also like. At this point I don’t know if it even matters? And like. Maybe I can convince myself they were already there. She basically saw me look at them and didn’t get rid of them afterwards so like.

Like. I get that this is Agatha’s show and we’re taking this detour to bring him in for the eventual young avengers or whatever series movie show whatever. But like. Psychologically. That’s gotta do SOMETHING to your brainpan.

Okay but. And I know this is very ~male centering~ of me. But like. I’m FASCINATED by the idea of a person who is aware they’re not /really/ a person. The product of a fucking (dead, mind you) robot and a (also dead now) witch. A thing that should absolutely not exist.

Harold

Em was overseas for ten days. She’s allowed to sleep later than usual. She’ll get up when she feels like it. This doesn’t mean she’s drinking again. Her listening to her shows all day by her headphones isn’t a bad sign either. She’s fine. It’s FINE.

Hey. Shush. Stop. We’re not doing that rn. We’ve got work. Do yer job.