I’m eating vanilla buttercream frosted white cake for lunch.
My uncle is dying. Like really dying. Like the family discussed taking him off of his ventilator. Like I will probably be in Cleveland in the next week for a funeral? I don’t even know.
I spent many of the last 36 hours processing and negotiating the terms of an open relationship. Good stuff, hard stuff. I feel exhausted despite sleeping a full night.
My friend from Austin will be showing up here in like 4 hours, I’ve really got to get my fucking shit together. Where is my army of backup dancers?