Ugh, how many things does a person need to pack for two nights out of town?? Apparently 100. I can't believe I'm doing all of this and then turning around and flying out of town for a week. Who will coddle my birds?

Speaking of those guys, I had this dream that I was feeding pieces of a snake to my crows, who (as they often do in my dreams) would land on my shoulders and take it right from my fingers. If I was a different type of person, I think this would be a very heavy-handed symbolic dream, but for me, a weirdo, it's just a very literal dream because I'm always hanging out with my crows and feeding them weird shit.

A former coworker who moved to Staunton a couple months ago messaged me that I guess she's having a hard time and wanted to take a walk with me sometime in Thornrose. It's kind of strange because we had lunch together once, we weren't really friends or even on the same team, but I'm happy to help if I can and maybe point her in good directions in terms of making friends and doing things here. 

But honestly, I only mention it because I had this moment like.... fuck, Thornrose? She's gonna think it's really weird about the crows...