Lately, my phone alarm going off in the morning means “hit snooze,” not “GET UP.” I mean, I know we all hit snooze over and over and over again (don’t we??), but I no longer think, “oh, alarm, I guess I should get up, no, I think I’ll hit snooze and lay here 9 more minutes.” No. There’s no longer any connection in my mind between the alarm going off and me and getting up.

That’s not good.

It means that it’s 1pm and I’m starving cuz I didn’t have time to get/grab/buy anything for breakfast, and since we’re closed this week there’s not even student coffee shop so I can fill my belly with hot creamy sugary goodness and New People are out to lunch right now and I have 45 minutes to go.

I try to tell myself THESE things when I hear the alarm go off. Or, “hey dummy, for every minute you go in late, you’re making less money. Why don’t you just burn all your money in a firepit on the patio? It’s the same thing.”

Lately nothing works.

In brighter news, I have a full bin of clean underwear cuz I got myself to the laundromat yesterday and THAT is a delight 🙂

Maybe I should write a book on creating scintillating content cuz man I am KILLING it here.

Not.

Striped top: Old Navy, 3x. 2020
Jeans: Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda, 22 short. 2018
Sneakers: Converse Shoreline slip-ons. 2021