A bug chunk of money was in my bank account this morning, so I was able to pay 17,000 bills before I even got out of bed. (Yay.)

The sun is shining. (Double, triple-yay!)

I don’t have to drive to town or do any chores.

I’m not planning on doing anymore intense and intensely disturbing research for my novella Novitiate — I can finally simply start writing it again. (Yay, gang. Because 1966 truly was a really, really sinister year. Just unreal. If you missed the links to these articles about 1966 and MK-ULTRA and the counterculture and LSD, and really want to have your head exploded, click here.)

Otherwise, this also happened in 1966, so you can look at this instead:

This wonderful photo was posted by Johnny Depp on Instagram this morning:

Yesterday, a musician- friend in Istanbul sent me this video. I’m not crazy about the content of the video, really, but the lyrics are down underneath the video (on Youtube, that is) and I really like the song itself.

And this just in!!

From an alpaca farm in Austria that I follow on Instagram:

I just love alpacas…

That’s really it, gang. Even though I did get a chance to chat with Val in Brooklyn yesterday; overall, yesterday was just a sucky day. The weather was mostly what made it suck so bad. It was grey, chilly and damp, so all the windows had to be closed for most of the day, and in the summer, I really love having all the windows open. (I have 20 large windows in my 122-year-old house, and when all of the windows are open, and the weather is beautiful and the birds are singing, it is just the most perfect feeling of summer…)

I did officially get MarilynsRoomBooks.com up and running. There is nothing there yet, but this will be where all of my self-published titles will be, along with all that fun merchandise Val helped me set up on zazzle. (Mostly coffee mugs, but the occasional insane apron or really cool lunchbox will be for sale there, too.)

And now I have to put on my playwrighting hat and get ready to work with Sandra on the play!!

Here’s hoping Sartre wasn’t also involved in MK-ULTRA. Jesus, it seems like so many people were… And I have to say — not that I think Hunter S. Thompson was part of MK-ULTRA, but so many of the intense topics he used to write about kept cropping up in all those articles about the CIA, the counterculture and LSD, that it makes me kinda think he did not commit suicide…hmmm.

Oh.

In other news–

If you weren’t aware, Real Raw News is back to reporting and has been for several days. Some extremely intense things happened in the last week, which you can read about here. (Whitmer was hanged; another assassination attempt on Trump; children rescued by SEALs from sex slavers off the coast of San Francisco.)

And that is it, gang.

Have a wonderful Wednesday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting!

I love you guys, See ya!

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Yes! Buffalo Springfield! Allegedly connected to MK-ULTRA!! But I’m leaving you with this particular song only because I fucking love it! Enjoy!!