You know when your book is so good that you're putting off responsibilities so you can finish it, but it ends on a cliff hanger, and you didn't realize it was a series of 4 books, and now life forces you to take a break from the story, but you don't want to? Yeah...you know.
The weekend may have been short, but it lasted an eternity. After 11 hrs in the car today, the appreciation I have for my bed is exponential right now.
Instagram has forever ingrained in me that "touch and hold" will pause whatever I'm looking at. But Snapchat doesn't work like that....unless you want to report, block, or send a questionable bitmoji.
Tweeting as journalling: Many appreciative feels for Molly, 3 dogs, beautiful weather, a few breweries, and many drinks. I'm tipsy and happy. Thank you, universe.
All these foolish politicians trying do all this bullshit. Why can't they see that there is one singular bipartisan enemy: Spam calls. I've gotten 9 today and it's only 4pm. Wtf. What's with the influx lately?