I meant to write this day before yesterday but got distracted several times.
I accomplished my entire list on Monday.
- Take a shower.
- Brush teeth.
- Put on makeup.
- Perfectly french braid Cara’s hair for gym.
- Figure out where I put Ollie’s form for gym so he can start this summer.
- Make dinner.
- Get to sleep before
midnight. [It was a few minutes after midnight.]
The lump in my throat was gone Tuesday. In fact, it started to get better soon after I wrote Monday’s post. Maybe I really should write when I feel like shit and then that will fix things? So is writing akin to talk therapy for me? Tucker’ll be happy if that’s the case since writing is a hell of lot more less expensive than therapy.
Tucker’s going to be all like:
Not feeling very motivated today just kind of…
Ollie and I haven’t gotten into it today and after the hell of the past two days, I consider a fightless day [Knock.On.Wood.] a blessing.
Like I could get through a post without at least one gif. It’s what I do, folks. It’s who. I. Am. Not really. They just make me happy.
And now I have to write the post I owe Atlus for the Game of Thrones game that hit Tuesday. Not looking forward to that post very much; I don’t like having to be “mean.”
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