maybe one day we’ll find the place where our dreams and reality collide
the reality is it doesn’t matter how horrible i feel tonight. how exhausted i feel. i need to put some nutrients into my body.
food and judge judy?
let’s try this.
bread was a good choice. Ciabatta roll from Companion? an even better choice. After the initial uneasiness of biting into it… I hate that first bite more than anything. The act of bringing something up to my open lips and then having to bite down? Sometimes feels like too much… but the Ciabatta roll made it impossible to take forever to eat it. There is no ritual there. There is no normalized (for me) way to eat it… you can’t cut it up, tear it up, or anything of the sort. You just have to eat it.
and I did
Advil PM should mean sleep soon. for that i am thankful. I am supposed to work an 8 hour shift tomorrow.