Here's my sketchbooook! My name is Megan Kellie.
I'm searching for the very special person who wants to print a book. This is to tempt that person.
Otherwise, I’d like to learn to make a balloon from scratch, bend neon tubing, do decorative metal work, own a sign franchise, have a dramatic meeting in an airport, and find the one thing that will make me happy forever and ever until I am dead.
Every once in a while, here and there, I get migraines. This is what the aura looks like at first. I go kinda blind in a very weird way. It starts with one hole and then spreads to hit the whole field of vision until I can only see about the size of a 3x5 card that I can move around—like when you get a weird wigglie thing on your eyeball.
This is what it looks like on my end. On your end, if you’re the lady holding the chicken, I would imagine it looks like I am weirded out and turning into a robot. Or you’re more worried about the chicken and the trees and not concerned, which is fair.
This is promptly followed by numbness and then loss of speech, which is odd and confusing, because the words are not there for obvious things, and also the words to explain it are missing too. Like once I couldn’t think of “escalator”—so I had to say “the thing? where people? On metal…flat thing? You’re at a store and you parked…under? You have to walk there? But you…that is not a..that possibility is inaccurate? Not an elevator. There are two lines of people going in opposite? Way?”