"Until the sun came up again"
Dylan and I have spent the last week watching all 14 currently extant seasons of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” in six days, so I have no thoughts today. My brain is perfectly smooth now, like a koala’s, a fact I just confirmed by Googling “koala brain” and then “koala brain smooth.” Since koalas eat primarily eucalyptus leaves, which are highly toxic to basically every other kind of animal on Earth, they spend 18 to 20 hours a day sleeping in order to recover from the heroic effort required to wring any nutrition from their lethal diet. This is how I feel about watching almost 50 hours of television in, again, six days. I would like to spend about 120 hours sleeping it off.
“Just put in a good gif,” my friend Kat said, so here’s one that brings me some real joy.
This is incidentally how I feel about most olives, with the exception of the smoked olives at Porchlight on 11th Ave. I love those olives, and I also love this comic by my friend Ritika about their terrible cat son. Recently I have enjoyed City Roast’s Gothic blend, and Juice Garden’s mint lemonade. Here are some objectively good tweets by Tony Hawk, and here are some photo collages by Jay DeFeo that made me feel very small and human. Here is some graphic design work by Adam Sandler (not the actor) that made me feel something unnameable. I’ve been enjoying bright colors recently, like these:
Featured in our visual history of colour charts: from simple circles to multi-layered pyramids, from scientific systems to those based on emotion: buff.ly/2nlpBo4 
On a similar note, here is a comic by Emma T. Capps that I’ve read at least five times since the first time I saw it.
I’ve been worse at responding to all kinds of notifications lately, which is usually a pretty good sign that it’s time for me to take a break and regain the ability to talk to people without first hissing “A HUUUUUUMAAANNNNN!!!!” like some kind of post-apocalyptic mutant. In kind, I’m taking a week off from this newsletter — I have a few half-drafts already set up to work on, and I’m excited to give them a little extra time and thought. With any luck I won’t be tweeting too much either, but if you’re interested in seeing even less filtered versions of my thoughts, you can find those over here! In the meantime, I put our sourdough starter in the fridge to rest for a few days and I will be taking a nice long nap alongside it, curled up between the bell peppers and the broccolini, trying to think in longform and develop some extra brain creases.
—R.