Castaway

Today, my greatest accomplishment was realizing that if I put a spoonful of almond butter in my mouth before I bite into a banana, I can avoid having to wash a bowl. This is what week three is looking like. Oh wait.. I also pulled up a project that I started a while ago and over analyzed it only to shut my computer off and decide that side eyeing the rain was more productive than trying to figure out a more advanced word for the word think. After I write this blog, I'm going to add an Xbox to my Amazon basket because at the rate that my handle bar mustache is growing, I might as well become the 12 year old french boy that it wants me to be. I've never respected little luxuries more than I do today, 4-6-2020. I've filled my days up with a copious amount of things to do but as I dance into week three of "go to your room" I realize that I should've painted the walls when I moved into this apartment- or at least padded them, for a time such as this. Fashionova keeps sending me "quarantine and chill for 50 percent off" emails and i'm like..chill with who?? Who is still chilling?? Saturday, T-pain and Lil Jon made me miss the smell of Waffle house and the never ending circle that is 285 in Atlanta. The very next day my dad called and reminded me that I only have two degrees and that he is still waiting for one of his children to run for Mayor. African parents. African parents. African parents. The movie Onward made me cry. I've lost six pounds. My desk chair is hard as a rock and every time I get up from it I go "oooh ouch eee, owww, ah oh" Loma gets annoyed..How yall doin?