I got my Pinwheel invite this morning. As much as I’d like to leave notes in the very few places in the world I’ve been to, I cannot. I’ve had this profound headache that started in the late afternoon. Summer’s kind of here and when you’re outside it’s just… toast. I didn’t get enough sleep last night because I made this poor decision to catch up with my Monday teen dramas. Can my life be any more boring?
In an attempt to celebrate the scarcity of February 29, I ordered my usual unsweetened cranberry green tea boba and a dozen macarons. I don’t understand my own love for salted caramel. I will always choose it over any other flavor. I’m hopeless.
Turning in early tonight is probably a good idea. Probably.