purple sketchbook, taco salad, smoke smell

My right thumb is twitchy again.

I started the sketchbook for the radical mental health collective.  I bought a journal and painted it purple.  But maybe I should use a fixative.  The paint is already getting scratched off.

But the journal was purple in my dream.

Right now Ming's at an important meeting with our friend who might not be our friend much longer.  The drama among the anarchists.

I have therapy at 11 and will cook for community dinner.  I'm making the ingredients for taco salad.  Vegetarian taco salad.

Starting up a zine for the radical mental health collective.  I interviewed a friend.

Ming and I both had nightmares last night.  Also there was the smell of smoke.