Checked my Munich Game ticket between lectures, and my old cheer instincts took over: I caught myself counting "5, 6, 7, 8" under my breath in the LMU library 📣
Hot take: the person who puts the playlist on at a dinner party is the one who actually runs the evening, and I'll happily be that dictator in my own apartment 🕯️
Tried to make "just a quiet coffee before the game" happen, but the barista wrote "Lexi" on my cup with a little football and now my whole Sunday has a theme whether I like it or not ☕