Since yesterday involved wrestling with a metal bed frame and gorging on Southern food with framily (Friends + family! No? Fine.), I woke up feeling content with my productivity. I also woke up to find my ribcage on fire, presumably from the bed frame fight.
Now I’m stuck to my bed like white on rice, unless that rice is brown, covered with a heating pad and re-watching season one of Community with a scary fervor.
Today, that’s all I’m gonna be able to do. What would make this day feel less like a failure would be hearing from you guys (firstname.lastname@example.org) while I’m forced into a lazy Sunday.
And cupcakes could help, too.