The sky’s falling, the Amazon boxes are winning, and I’m hanging on by a thread of sarcasm. Another Disorderly Studio day — part storm, part meltdown, all mood.

It started with one duck and spiraled into a full-blown coup. Nine judgmental rubber ducks now run my studio while I pretend to work. There’s a candle called Terror, a porcelain hat, and a suspicious lack of impulse control. Welcome to The Duck Army Chronicles.

I said this wasn’t going online. And yet, here it is. Welcome to Disorderly Studio—where impulsive decisions become content.