Woke up terribly late today. 9:50. One too many extra blankets last night maybe. (The weight was just as terribly comforting though. You know I'm a sucker for presence.) Had some leftover fried rice for a late breakfast, then packed up and headed to the library. Parked on the second floor and just 6 or 7 feet from the sliding entrance doors I realized I left my library card at home. Decided to check out the library still. Got 2 out of the 6 books on my list, 3 seemed physically unavailable on the shelves, so I just got Alison Roman's Nothing Fancy and The Raw Shark Texts. Asked the front desk if I could check out the books still, he looked up my card with my ID and checked it out for me. Really quite nice. Drove back home. Had coffee quite late, around 2:10, and then a salad. Watched Alison Roman's Cauliflower Pasta NYT video. Played a little bit of Minecraft from 4:10 to 4:45 or so. Went insane on Twitter before dinner, and a little after. Dinner was quite spicy with a mushroom and SPAM Korean soup, and some saucy crawfish. Got back to the computer, deleted most of them but I clipped and saved the text to my notes. (Never delete -- only retract.) Felt a bit dissatisfied near the end, and something else a bit to the left of yearning.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391