Dear Readers,

I did that thing where I got all cryptic again. It's super annoying, I'm sure. I promise a thousand pretty lampshades that I won't do it again.

TODAY: I woke up late. It was beautiful. Not even like, a little late. But really late. I stayed up reading Jacky Faber late into the early hours of the morning, annoying other people in the house with the sound of the hairdryer warming my blankets.
Is there a warning label that tells you not to do that? Probably.

SEVERAL DAYS AGO (I forget which day): I found a pretty bureau on the side of the road. It sat sadly in my driveway for several hours before I mustered up the energy to go and wash it down. It was pretty nasty and some of the paint chipped, but I was thinking of my poor little clothes that need a home so badly. After some minor repairs, it now sits in my room with coffee grinds lining the drawers. When I got it up there, I realized that it smelled a bit like cheese. My spider senses tell me that a drawer that smells like cheese is probably a bad place to put clean laundry. So coffee it is.

YESTERDAY: Aw hell, I don't remember yesterday.

TOMORROW: I'm getting the ice cream that I keep missing by a mile or a dollar. Soft serve. First of the year. I will then stop speaking for a day or two as I float in the lovely chocolaty memory of it.

Goodnight all.