I didn’t run today. I actually went home over lunch to run. Sat on the couch to call my dad. Promptly fell asleep. I dunno.
Dipped the bottom of my first IPA (Double Knotted) into orange paint this afternoon. That could have gone better. It is what it is.
Heat outside was intense. Thinking hard was exhausting.
Hugged Dominic extra hard.
Made cookies.
Still lonely. I wish there was a pill for it. I would take two. Because fuck rules.
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