We’ve been making plans. I send myself emails so I won’t forget.
I want to go to Frankenmuth in November.
My body doesn’t like Zometa. 🤢
I spent the entire day watching Good Girls upstairs in my
fuck guest office bed. My frame still hasn’t shipped yet. Fucking Wayfair.
It’s funny how I was totes feeling myself on Thursday, and today I’m like eww.
I wonder if I’m out of white blood cells yet? I’m feeling a bit rough.
Two more days of Ibrance until a week long break.
This group is everything right now:
I had to block a creeper on instagram who kept sending me messages. He got all pissy and was like “why aren’t you responding?!” Fuuuuuuuuck off, bro.
Why are men?
Flashback to yesterday afternoon:
16 years ago today, I got married in Santa Barbara. 8 years later, I was divorced. And today, I forgot all about it for most of the day. Time is weird.
Can’t stop thinking about Thursday night. 🥰