Somehow…I slept until 11:37. But it was such a niiiiicceeee dream. About a man? Nope. I was getting my bus back.
I had planned to go by Costco (they didn’t give me progressive lenses, which is what I paid for), head to Trader Joe’s for more mandarins, then go pick up my sugar cookies, but such a late morning meant a change to plans – cookies only. So that’s what I did. 
Marathoning was the next plan. I flipped on Grey’s Anatomy and began. I know people talk about the exciting life I have…and I do at times – I know. But sometimes, like on these numerous weekends I spend alone, I’m craving a little action.
Which means I have to create that action myself, I know, I know. I have a plan. I plugged my damn FitBit back in.
So…tomorrow night is the CRB show. I missed the last CRB show I had tickets to because of my Oakland youngster. Clearly that didn’t work out, but I shall go forth…maybe put on some pink eye shadow and I‘ll wear some kind of scent. Maybe patchouli, because at this point, fuck it.
Picture: box of…cookies
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