Did it again

Met my new doctor the other day. He looks like British Shel Silverstein and kissed me on the top of my head when he said hi. I was okay with this for some reason, so I guess he’s the doctor for me.

Today was my second tv interview via zoom. I grimaced like a monkey and nodded like a nodding thing. I forgot what I was saying and picked up a random object off my table to show the audience, instead. I told my horror story about fucking up the Beatryce Prophesy to Kate DiCamillo’s face. 

Well, if he didn’t want to interview a muppet, he wouldn’t have asked me back on the show. It’s fine.