Yesterday was my birthday, and it was honestly good. I mean. I’m 22, I don’t necessarily feel different, but I’m content. And I had a great day. I rested, I went for a walk with my dog and a friend, I had cake and oat milk ice cream, and I finished the day doing a 3-D crystal puzzle of snoopy and Woodstock, and watching the Princess bride. It was great. And now I finally put my bed together so I’m sleeping better, and I don’t know. I’m just really content right now. And. I should be able to more easily write now that I put up the desk I bought too.
Once I get my room painted I’ll probably feel even better about it all.












