I tried to alphabetize my thoughts this morning but they kept insisting on being chronological, which is honestly pretty entitled behavior for something that doesn’t even pay rent. Anyway, does anyone else feel like soup is just a liquid trying to remember what it used to be?
I was going to finish my sandwich, but the corner piece looked at me like it knew my childhood pet’s middle name, so I decided to let it win. You have to pick your battles, especially when bread is involved.
Also, quick question: if a mirror forgets what it’s reflecting, is that just a window with commitment issues? I’ve been asking around and the ceiling fan refuses to comment, which feels suspicious.
On a related note (not related), I found a rock yesterday that had the exact emotional energy of a Tuesday pretending to be a Thursday. I don’t trust it, but I respect the hustle.
Anyway, I’ll circle back once I figure out why my shadow only shows up when I’m not looking for it. Please advise.