2020
12/1/20
The Pocket App.
I think I need this sweatshirt. Maybe a Christmas gift to myself.
The baby panda at the zoo they just named Xiao Qi Ji, which means "Little Miracle."
HALLMARK MOVIES. All of them. Especially Even the bad ones.
The Bad Broadcast.
Warm blankets and a mug of apple cider.
The Crown. And Graceland.
The Christmas decorations in our home courtesy of my roommate, Jess.
4/4/20
Quaratine hair is rarely clean.
It feels like a few hours after I wash it, it's already oily at the roots and along the part, and it's not worth the energy to keep it looking nice.
I pin it back.
Braid it.
Bun it.
Anything to keep it off my face and not think about it for another day.
So far, that's getting me through.
4/3/20
Leftover pie for breakfast. (And cold pizza for breakfast).
Brand new socks.
A movie where I know every word.
Windows down, music up.
A perfect chocolate chip cookie.
Reading late into the night, and in the morning before I start working.
An entire week without washing my hair.
Listening to the West Side Story soundtrack.
Sitting in my car for a while in silence.
4/2/20
“A joy it will be one day, perhaps, to remember even this.”
Virgil, The Aeneid
4/1/20
These days little changes other than my mood which seems to be on a pretty consistent pendulum.
These days I'm eating a ridiculous amount of pasta and I have no complaints about it.
These days I cherish every step I take out my front door.
These days I leave my windows open all day long and it feels like heaven.
These days I'm trying to find a little more peace and a little more joy and a little more hope all the time.
These days, I try not to think too far ahead.
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