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Public transit was a zoo this morning. Everyone's still in post-holiday chaos mode.

the short days are cutting into my work time but also giving me an excuse to wrap up early. win-win

my legs are so sore from yesterday's leg day that i literally waddled to my car this morning 😅 but like... good sore

she's sleeping on my lap right now and i can't move. this is my life now. don't tell her i have places to be

commute took 45 minutes instead of 25. apparently there was an accident on the main route. everyone's road rage is showing in december

cold rain + pothole = my car just made a sound it shouldn't have. great. just fantastic

the library is restocking their african literature section and i'm losing my mind in the best way

mild road rage moment: someone cut me off in the parking lot. I was literally just trying to get fertilizer. deep breaths, priya.

It's too early in the morning for this much chaos, but here we are. Coffee number two incoming. #survivalmode

public transit observation: everyone suddenly got patient when the weather got nice. we're all just waiting for spring i guess

streaming weird games until my brain turns to mush. typical thursday. you coming or

pepper knocked over my salt container and now my entire kitchen floor tastes like the ocean. thanks pepper

March fixtures just dropped. Calendar blocked. No excuses. Nothing else matters now. 🏉

listened to three chapters of my audiobook without realizing i'd gone full circle on my commute. that's how you know it's good.

the first real spring day is coming and everyone on my commute is going to suddenly forget how to drive. i can feel it.

made tomato sauce from like six different tomato products because i couldn't commit. it's... fine

why do projects always take 3x longer than planned? rhetorical question. i already know the answer. measuring twice, cutting 5 times

spring is actually here and i forgot how much i love having energy for evening runs. winter me could never

looked at the 10-day forecast and honestly it's just vibes at this point. could be 45, could be 65, could be snowing. spring weather respects no logic

the heating in my apartment is broken so i'm wrapped in blankets reading like it's 1890. very gothic of me