They don’t give it to you in advanced, but it’s also not hard enough to need to be ‘scooped’. I seriously drove in a square in a neighborhood near the DMV. It was the least complicated driving one could ever do.

When I got back to work I’m so fuuuuckkkkeddd.

She’s going on a mission on Saturday to get her hair done. She also went out to continue the marathon remodeling her and my father are undertaking on their house.

I similarly will not sleep with the washer/drier or dishwasher on. Cause reasons.

I will not leave the drier running, nor the washer nor the dishwasher (the latter two for concerns of them deciding to barf a bunch of water onto the floors).

I’m only capable of rubbing about two and a half brain cells together at the moment, but for whatever reason this is absolutely fascinating. Why is there a fancy pet palace? How many people did they really anticipate using it? Do I have to pay per pee and poop?

I had a dream about Megyn Kelly and being at her show. And she was interviewing kids about something and her teleprompter died and she couldn’t figure out what to say so she just stood in silence while they tried to fix it and I screamed, from the front row, questions to ask the kids because god this was an ever…

I have some potato leek soup in my freezer. I’ll think about taking it out. I had some dried mango and my friends had me eat some vegetables earlier today.

I have deep, deep nostalgia/hygge feelings associated with the coffee/hoagie/cigarette smell of WaWa.

delllll coooooo

Goddamnit now I want a hoagie. But consider all I’ve eaten today is a handful of cherrios, a hershey’s bar and a chicken wing forced upon me by my mother (unshockingly, I am a grief non-eater), I feel like eating a hoagie would go badly.

I only get away with going to Germany during this clusterfuck because I speak the language and that automatically is a ‘oh, an American who decided to learn another language is generally not horrid’ credentials.

Ugh, I’m so so sorry to hear. We at least had some hope—treatments have come so far in the decade since he was first diagnosed and when your partner was ill. But melanoma is still a fucking aggressive manipulative bitch of a cancer.

The only thing even vaguely making me think I can get through this is that resolve and fortitude a women’s college instills in you. But even then. uft.

I used to live on one of the sections of that district that is about a street wide. Give or take. Now I live across the river from there, but vote for someone different. Because apparently I have less in common with the community 10 minutes away than I do with the people who live in Prospect Park or practically…

The light has gone out of my life.

Message and spa services in particular. For hells bells, they are expensive.

I get a full cut, color, two cups of coffee, a wash, a head massage, a blow out and a sample of product for $110.

Yeah, I think it’s that people aren’t necessarily surprised. I feel every Olympics there is a discussion of the terrible things that happen to the girls at various training camps or compounds. That the Karoylis are physically and mentally abusive (how they are still involved with US gymnastics is beyond me). The…

Jeff spent nearly six weeks of the last year in hospitals or hospital like settings and hated every waking moment of it. He chose to hospice at home. Buster is with us, keeping guard on the bed, offering kisses, and being extra barky (not quite so helpful).