Today, during my lunch break, I ate a grilled cheese I made in the air fryer, then laid face down on my bed for the other 40 minutes. Not sleeping, just... existing.
Pleased to announce that since adopting my kitten and best friend, Gizmo, I no longer require human interaction. No person could fulfill my social needs like my cat snuggled up in my lap, purring. I will be taking no further questions.
Seeing a lot of people posting their Spotify ‘on repeat’ playlist, but I’m not quite ready to expose the true extent of my inner hippie... I’m already low on friends, nobody needs to know how out of touch with modern music I am.
So how far out are we from sending a guy in a box to the 80s to get Bill and Ted to keep the band together and save the world?? At this point in time, I think Wyld Stallyns is the only thing that can help us...
Told my mom I would come over for dinner and game night tomorrow and she that was okay as long as I bring my kitten along. I see where her priorities lie...
Can I even call baking a hobby if I don’t post a picture of everything I bake? Or if I don’t announce that I baked cinnamon rolls to take to my grandmother are they still real? Is my kind act even worth it if I don’t post pictures of me handing them off?
Isolation has given me great productivity, but only for 2 hours at a time. After that I have to lay in bed and play animal crossing for 5 more hours to recover. Then I’ll probably bake some cookies. It’s all I can manage.