It’s two-thirty in the morning. I honesty have never been able to figure out why the minutes and seconds after 145 make everything feel altogether more clear and understandable than any other time.
It may have something to do with the 5 fig newtons I just shoved in my face.
Regardless, life is weird. Like, monumentally bizarro with a little splash of suck.
I’m home again. As if that wasn’t already the clincher of the matter- I’m also 614 miles away from the one person in the universe that I want to be with.
Literally. It’s a mess. And yet I know it’s being taken care of.
That’s kind of amazing