Every time I see the words “the reopening” I read them in a horror story narrator voice.
And speaking of a horror story…I need to confess. I’m somewhat horrified…
I’m filling in the blanks from the last few days for blog posts. I do that from time to time (all the time) but I always remember what I did on that day to blog about.
HERE I SIT ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT and I have no, freaking, clue what I did on Monday.
Monday of TWO DAYS AGO.
I asked HWMMS and he said “is that the day you slept most of the day?”
Um, no, I think that was yesterday. Or was it both days? OR HOW THE HELL DO I HAVE NO IDEA?
My only clue is a Tweet where I asked if drinking coffee at 4pm was too late if I have a 7:30am doctor appointment.
WTAF?
I guess Monday was rather uneventful. I was working.
OH YES. We ate spaghetti for lunch and dinner.
MY MIND IS A FIELD OF ALMOST BLOOMING CHIVES AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I DID ON MONDAY.
At least I’m not alone.
*pours coffee*
*adds sugar*
*opens fridge*
Why did I open the fridge?
*looks at coffee*
Right, creamer.
*looks in fridge*
Why am I in the fridge again?
*looks at coffee*
Right, creamer.
*gets creamer and adds to coffee*If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was a Monday.
— Scott Leffler (@scottleffler) May 18, 2020
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