I put my favourite fountain pen through the wash and now not only is it out of ink but my laundry is now speckled with ink splots… How’s your day going?
Can someone please diagnose me because I can’t figure out how I can compartmentalize all of real-world problems but still spend hours agonizing over what I’m going to spend my monthly audible credit on 🤷♀️
While I understand it’s not actually a crime against my person when my upstairs neighbours decide to vacuum at 9am on a Saturday but like … is it though?