I’m having loads of trouble with my asthma, so I’m not talking as much as usual. That fact, coupled, with the extraordinary amount of meds I’m ingesting each day, have made me punchy.
Insert picture of scared flier here.
I’m going to the Windy City tomorrow. Lord help us.
The fact that one of my students saw this on a field trip and bought it for me as an early birthday present makes me feel like less of a professional fuck-up.
I need a half hour hate spiral
I dropped yogurt on myself this morning, and thus began a 45 minute debacle of cleaning up a million things. Because, stupid yogurt, you go EVERYWHERE.
Couch, shirt, floor, fuck! my pants too?…, the couch cover, now more of the floor, the basement door?!? How is this happening? Ahhhh, my sock!
I just wasted over an hour falling down the rabbit hole of old tumblr pages. Me 4, 3, 2 years ago.
I just renewed my library card last month and holy crapballs there are so many of my Wish List books on the eBook list. Eureeka!
Me. It’s me.
Proactive apologies for any angry posts.
Me checking to make sure my makeup looked subtle smoky and not dead girl walking. (Compare the hair to a recent post. It’s growing. )
This is me as soon as it hits anything under 70 degrees.
Except for the Bud Lite. I prefer wine, thank you.
Should I be worried or just really psyched at my stamina?