somehow instead of saying “as a treat”, I’ve started using the phrase “for morale”, as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I’m not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
[image description: a drawing of Lup, a slender elf, sitting against a white background. She has brown skin, lots of freckles on her face, arms and legs, and shoulder-length blonde hair that’s curly at the ends. She’s wearing a brownish sweater with the sleeves pushed up, black mini skirt and black heeled booties with gold toecaps. She’s glancing toward the viewer with a slightly forced-looking smile.]
continuing with the goth-ification of fairytale illustrations… this one is inspired by this: (Dugald Stewart Walker “The Peacock and the Wishing Fairy and Other Stories” 1921)
