I was there about an hour ago. The sign that shows how many spots are available on the upper level is broken, so it's showing 131 spots available when there are zero.

I did manage to get in and felt panicky the whole time because it's all chaos.

Now realizing I've stopped having some intense weird bone pains all over.

For instance, I didn't realize there are doctors who are hesitant to prescribe progesterone?

Ooh! I didn't know, going to watch it tonight.

Made my decision: will eat garbage salad. There’s enough coffee for tomorrow morning.

The other option would be to go to Kroger, which is somehow the most depressing place on earth.

My husband, who will throw together any foods and call it a meal, says he's just going to put all the random vegetables we have in the fridge together and call it a salad. The way he eats is unhinged.

I don't even have a list. I have no meal plans. My brain is pure chaos this week. If I go, I might cry. If I don't, I won't have coffee.

This neon pink palm tree has become a permanent fixture in my brain.

That’s SO GOOD.

Apologies for my nail polish obsession. You'd think my nails would look great but they really don't.

Oh a Friday night, no less!