I kept trying to brush it off, to try and let it right itself, but no matter: I had a day yesterday.
I woke up with two pimples (note: don’t trust unmarked beauty store lotion samples, even if they’re free. …Especially if they’re free). I walked into the coffee table and smashed my knee. I cursed, loudly. It was not yet 9am.
I took a cleansing walk down to the farmer’s market, which was nice and cleansing until I ended up just eating a bunch of cheese by the apple stall. Like, a lot of cheese. Fine. Back at home, I attempted a few hours of work — I could at least be a little bit productive.
Apparently not. Work? How about some mindless staring at a computer screen? Good enough?
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