Just spent 2 hours ‘mewing’ in front of the mirror like a freaking idiot. Jaw hurts. Face still looks like a kitten’s. Cool. At least the dorm plant didn’t judge me—unlike certain people who think it’s hilarious to ask if I’m lost at the gym. (Spoiler: I’m not. I just don’t want to be mistaken for a curling iron.)

Anyway. Found this old scarf I tried knitting last year. Ugly as hell, but it’s soft. Might unravel it and start over. Or burn it. Depends on how much caffeine I hate myself tomorrow.

PS: If you ‘accidentally’ leave your protein shake in the communal fridge again, I’m watering it with my tears. ✌️