Up at 3 AM despite exhaustion all day because I’m anxious about what to tell my therapist I’m anxious about.
This is not a test.
The organic Honey Nut O’s with soy milk I just ate were, like, pretty disgusting on a scale of edible to gross.
"Bitch, I just want a coffee."
So. I downloaded the new iOS.
Jumpsuit problems: needing to get naked in the bathroom in order to pee
The minute in the middle of your sleeplessness/tossing and turning expedition that you call off your 5:45 wake up time and make the executive decision to get up at 7:15 instead.
I go to the most ghetto chiropractor ever. From their décor to their furniture to the fact that their front door is blocked off for some reason so the entrance is now a weird maze through a side door to their signs talking about being the Best Of 1994 … I can’t. It’s too funny.