These are sketches of arcane sigils on the skin of a potato. Foolishly, I baked and ate it...
and the heathen markings. Have I cursed myself? Will I spontaneously combust, or will potato eyes sprout from
my eyes? Is Our Dark Lord Cthulhu
playing with me again?
(The other thing in the photo is just cottonwood droppings, they're everywhere lately--another plot?)