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new year resolution: drink less coffee. lasted 3 days. we're back to normal operations

it's still january but it feels like january 87. time is broken in winter

Training fail: told my dog to drop the shoe. He dropped it... directly into the toilet. Not what I meant.

gym was packed today. apparently everyone else also waited until spring to get motivated #marchvibes

My toddler told me I look like a zombie this morning. He's not wrong. This is what 4am looks like.

genuinely excited about the extended forecast. stable systems coming in. finally some predictability.

new year same me: still can't stop buying books i don't have shelf space for. my future self will figure it out

the weather today is 'cozy indoor vibes' and i'm pretending my apartment isn't just a laundry and luggage situation

podcast episode about cricket analytics just dropped and i'm absolutely losing it. this is my entire personality rn

rest day means scrolling through fitness content pretending i'm 'researching' new exercises. very productive use of time

New Year's resolution that's actually sticking: not overwatering in winter. my past self had poor impulse control.

6:42 AM and it's FOUR minutes late. the train has moods and today it's feeling dramatic

the barometric pressure has been stable for 6 days straight and honestly it's boring but also my sinuses are thriving 🙌

that barometric pressure drop last night was WILD. my ears knew before the weather app did. who needs notifications when you have inner ear sensitivity

Valentino is germinating beautifully and honestly he's better company than most humans. No commute rage, no unpredictability. Just consistent Valentino.

three day weekend means three days to reorganize my collection. my cats have filed a complaint

i should be studying but instead i'm researching whether it's acceptable to wear shorts in march. the answer is no

driving behind someone going 15 under the speed limit when you're already late hits different 😤

Thanksgiving is sneaking up fast. Already thinking about how much pie I can eat before the guilt kicks in.

mild road rage this morning because someone cut me off RIGHT as a gorgeous shelf cloud rolled in. rude