...deep breaths meow :3
Oh yeah that is true. But that's like work yelling, not the same as Dad yelling at kid if they drop something. Hehe.
I'm in Canada and this reminded me of my Grandma's place, waking up in the morning to see the mist on the lake. I miss that.
Ah cool. Thank you! I love reading about interesting people from back in the day. If I may offer another one, I stumbled on this musician and went down a small rabbit hole learning about him. His stage name was Street Singer Arthur Tracy, and he performed vaudeville acts, which eventually made it onto the radio. I'll post the wiki link here. I listened to his music on the Internet Archive. You can find all his music there.
I thought it was cool how he was involved in what was becoming a dying art. I came to understand he was fairly popular with the female audiences.
Alright, have a good day. ๐
Yes, I love biopics about interesting people. If I may offer another one, there is a lady on Youtube named Kaz Rowe, and a fella named Matt Baume who cover interesting historical figures. Matt Baume did a video on John Waters that I truly think improved my mental health, and Kaz Rowe did an awesome video on Eartha Kitt. I will post the links here.
I have been using my journals to vent about things. I also use the journal to write ideas down that pop up at random moments. I have two more blank books for writing story scraps. Sometimes though in my main journal, I mentally wander off and daydream on the page. Yesterday I was feeling sick. I have been dealing with a chronic illness for the last year or so. On the page I started daydreaming and was thinking about how hilarious and messed up it was that consumption/tuberculosis was seen as a "sexy" illness way back in the day, especially between the Regency and Victorian era. I drew a nonspecific character in their sick bed, with dudes in suits around them professing their love and admiration. "Ooh damn girl, you're gorgeous." The sick person is like "Whut? Bro I haven't had strength to even bathe myself. I am marinating in my filth." They ignore them and are painting the dying sick person and writing in their book tearfully saying "So beautiful. The inevitable poetry of decay!" The painter says "I must paint this fleeting beauty" while sick person is wheezing "Send help...water...laudanum...". So in other words nothing happened today cause I was too out of it, but I entertained myself with some silly drawings. :P