What’s the rule for how long you have to hold on to Ikea building instructions? Is it seven years like your tax returns?
I think the chest pains that make me wonder if I’m having a heart attack are my favorite thing about anxiety.
I can’t wait for life to be the right kind of boring again.
It smells wonderful, but the dozens of bees flying in and out of it are kind of creeping me out.
All right. Should be done traveling for a bit, so now I can tackle what’s important, like settling into my new place and watching all of Lost again.
Word of the day: disarray
points at self
February me made a bunch of commitments March me is barely ready to handle, but March me’s got this. April me is going to be on top of the world.
Seattle feels like possibility.