I wish more decisions in my life felt so obvious. So cut-and-dry.
I spent more than half this weekend in my fleece-lined snowpants. A coupla winters ago
I stocked up the house with foodstuffs. Feels good.
Dull entry, I know. Whatchoo gonna do, I dunno(,) shit. (Amazing how much those old days with BP stay with me in the dumb little things.)