I really almost included “with a tank full of go-get-em attitude” in the readmission paper I’m writing. Who do I think I am??? Has it really been this long since I’ve written a paper?????
Ya know when you’re eating a skittle and you bite into it while also breathing in and a part of skittle shell torpedos into the back of your throat and suddenly you can’t breathe? That’s no fun.
Just spent the last 10 minutes of this zoom meeting thinking to myself, annoyed, “why is this so fricken loud?!?” ... forgetting that I have full control over how loud the volume is on my computer 🙃