Say one thing about today say it was frenzied.
From running errands and doing the usual I somehow tried to squeeze in typing a recipe and what a fucking misguided attempt at being functional it was.
My dinner got delayed and everything else besides.
Does this ever get easy? I say while being snug in a warmly lit house with all the possible comforts.
What sort of a delusional self absorbed person says this sort of a thing? All of us I guess.
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