I need so many sleep right now.
Wait. Today’s February?!
I should probably get back into reading actual books again soon.
Make 2017 count more than any of your prior years have ever counted. We need you.
It’s still September? I mean, I’d like to live in this September forever, but my mind tells me it’s been years since I arrived in Minnesota.
I’m living ten days from now. I’ve got to figure out how to get back to the present.
How much soul searching is it supposed to take until you find yours?
How far in advance do normal people make plans? I’m seriously asking. My perception of time is all fucked up from the last three years.
This week really has gone by quickly.
I’m sorry if I just doomed all of us to a Friday that drags on.