I hate that it's not even 5 am and I've already been up for two hours. I hate that I can't shut my brain off. I hate that I fret about every goddamn thing I can until I work myself into a frenzy. I hate that I can't cut myself some slack.
Fuck it all. I'm having blueberry pancakes.
Edit: If anyone ever tells you that blueberry pancakes can't solve all of life's problems, punch them in the face because they are clearly a liar. I sense there will be a nap in my future, probably 20 seconds after I get home from work this afternoon.
Fuck it all. I'm having blueberry pancakes.
Edit: If anyone ever tells you that blueberry pancakes can't solve all of life's problems, punch them in the face because they are clearly a liar. I sense there will be a nap in my future, probably 20 seconds after I get home from work this afternoon.
zaksmith:
my downstairs neighbors who i've never met gave me a plate of leftover blackberrys yesterday.