Lots of poo.

A good bit actually though. I’m disabled, so no job. This means that while I’m on my ass recovering from the necessities of living like cooking and cleaning, I have a shit ton of spare time.

Part of that is spent fucking around on lemmy.

The rest is usually spent on some variety or another of writing fiction. Short stories, a few ongoing novels, that sort of thing. Here and there a poem or song will pop in my head.

Then there’s a bit of panting, occasional drawing, that kind of visual art.

I’ve also been known to run ttrpg sessions here and there, which is its own art form in a way.