Two hundred and eighty-four words today. It's not a grand total, but it's a total, so I'm not going to beat myself up about it.
I'm sitting in cozy pajama pants and noshing chocolate mini pretzels.
And Roomie's being a hypocritical dick. Quelle surprise. He's allowed to thunder downstairs and fill my groggy morning moments with stories of doom, gloom, and dire predictions, but oh, heaven forfend I mention the possibility of a power failure when temperatures are expected to plummet to minus one. Then he gets to huff and roll his bulging eyes and give me the bitchface for clearly being paranoid. Whatever.
I'm sitting in cozy pajama pants and noshing chocolate mini pretzels.
And Roomie's being a hypocritical dick. Quelle surprise. He's allowed to thunder downstairs and fill my groggy morning moments with stories of doom, gloom, and dire predictions, but oh, heaven forfend I mention the possibility of a power failure when temperatures are expected to plummet to minus one. Then he gets to huff and roll his bulging eyes and give me the bitchface for clearly being paranoid. Whatever.
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