Swam for the first time in ages yesterday... and when I say I'm sore everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. I didn't realize your perineum could even get sore outside of episiotomies.
Finally had an inevitable dead father nightmare, one month to the day after it actually happened. The dream also involved Maggie Gyllenhaal being severely disappointed in me for acting a fool, but that's beside the point.
Performing an overly melismatic rendition of "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" to myself while puttering around the kitchen because my brain is a total loss at this point.
Last night I dreamed I was driving to a NYE party with @tovelo and, upon being unceremoniously dumped by her fuckboi paramour, I played her own “Glad He’s Gone” in an attempt to console her.