The week away was fun but I’m so glad to be back. The shoes I ordered had arrived, and they fussed with the lobby some more, and we had buckets of Thai-ish/Chinese-ish food delivered for dinner.
I have to go back to work tomorrow, though.
The week away was fun but I’m so glad to be back. The shoes I ordered had arrived, and they fussed with the lobby some more, and we had buckets of Thai-ish/Chinese-ish food delivered for dinner.
I have to go back to work tomorrow, though.
Not feeling adulthood right now. I don’t want to iron clothes and have coffee “networking” dates and spend all day inside a windowless conference center. First world problems, right? Ah, well. Here I go anyway.
I’ll be there until Friday evening, yessss.
I should never go in front of the mirror with 1) multiple hair products, 2) a big cocktail, and 3) my pregaming playlist on max volume because I always end up absentmindedly styling my hair for 30 to 40 minutes.
Lighthouses rule. You don’t like the lighthouse? You suck.
Sometimes when I go into Whole Foods I just want to shout, WHERE ARE THE NORMAL THINGS?!
I want our Giant back.