i have to be at express in like 20 minutes for my last day of work and i haven’t even gotten out of bed, hungover and watching my cat knead my blanket. i guess i really should get up. at least i have the most adorable new sunglasses. i feel like death. is it nice out? i hope so. i can’t really tell. maybe i should make some toast. when i get home from work tonight i’m passing out so early. okay i’m getting up.

so i might have an apartment? tiny but i don’t need much space. we’ll see if it works out.