Still nothing deep to say. I left the house, I did things, we now have more than half a roll of toilet paper for 2 bathrooms and 4 people, so that feels like pretty successful adulting.

I wish I was the kind of person who could be effortlessly organized. Could have lists and follow them and always have the right food and the picked up house. I did that once upon a time when all the chemicals in my brain and flex time allowed me to be that version of perfect I had always meant to be. It’s been over a decade since I saw that girl and I keep hoping to see her again.

I got eye shadow that doesn’t seem to have sparkly flecks in it. Because at 43, the sparkle on a weekday screams mutton dressed as lamb on my face.

Still watching A Million Little Things.

Still need to get someone to clean my house on the regular.

Still sitting here trying to bang out something every day in the name of practice.